Blair Collection > Treatise on the language, poetry, and music of the Highland clans

OF THE HIGULAND CLANS.
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Leis an t-sholas bu ghua do'u triath,
leys an tolaa bu yna lioa tri-u'
Noir bbuail coru-caismachd an rigb.
noyr vuyl corn -cays- mac an li'
Mar thuinn a taomadb air traigh gu'n
mar liuynn a taoma ayr tray' gun
fhnaim,
uym
Mu'n cbiinnear gairich cuain fo gbaoidh, Before is heard the roar of the sea
Witb joy,— the joy the hero used to
feel
When, the boss of alarms was struck
by the king.
As waves ponr noiselessly on the
shore,
mun cluynner gayricli cuyn fo yaoy
Thional mu Cbairber a shluagh,
hi-o-uel mu chayvber a h-lu-a'
Samhach dorcha, dur is baoth ;
savach dorcha dur is bao
A nighean Thoscair, c'iume do dheoir ?
a ni'en hosgayr ohnymè do ye-oyr
Cha do thuit an triath nach faoin ;
cha do huyt an tri-a' nacb faoyn
'S iomadh has a dh-iadh mu'n tor,
si-oma' bas a yi-a' mun tor
Ma'n d'aom a fear corr air a thaobh.
man daom a fer corr ayr a baov
Faic iad a tuite roimh 'n triath,
fayc i-ad a tuytè lòyv n tri-a'
Mar choille air sliabh san f hasach,
mar choylle ayr sli-av san asach
Noir thig taibhse nan sian na f heirg,
noyr big tayvsè nan si-an na eyr-ig
A chuir giorraig air cloinn na h-airidh,
a eliuyr girrayg ayr cloynn na liayri'
A glachdadh barail)h nan crann,
a glac-a' barayv nan crann
'S ga'n sgaradh le neart gu lar.
sgan sgara le nert gu lar
Thuit Morla 's Mathronan fo bhas,
huyt niorla s ma'-ronan fo vas
Dh-aom Conachair gu lar na f huil,
yaom chouachayr gu lar na uyl
Theich Cairber 'o lain an t-shair,
heych eayrber o layn an tayr
Ga f halach fein san dubhrodh,
ga alach feyn san duvra'
Air culabh cloiche nan cruth crom.
ayr culav cloych nan cru' crom
'N sin thog e gu diamhair an t-sbleagh,
'n sin bog e gu di-avayr an tle-a'
* The worshipping altar, or pillar of the Gothic clans, is always called the stone of bending ghost hy
Ossian. This battle must therefore have been fought in the territory of the southern or Gothic clans of
Inland.
under the wind,
Gathered his people round Cairber,
Silent, dark, obstinate, wicked.
Daughter of Toscar, why that tear V
The hero did not fall helplessly.
Many deaths encompassed the hill,
Before the surpassing man leaned on
his side.
Behold how they flill before the hero,
Like the forest of the wold,
When the spirit of the (embattled)
elements.
To frighten the children of the shiel-
ing,
Seizes on the lofty tops of the trees.
And dashes them violently to the
ground.
Morla and Mathronan fell dead ;
Conacher slowly bent down in his
blood, —
Cairber fled from the blade of the hero,
And hid himself in the shade,
Behind the stone of bending ghosts.*
There he lifted the spear in secret.