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

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Noir bhios mi air fell 's na ceuduan
noyr vis mi ayr feyl s na cey-dan
mar riiim,
mar ri-um
Do chuideacliadh choir a dh-olas drama,
do chuyd-ac-a' clioyr a yolas drama
Gu'n suidli mi mu'n bbord 's gun traigb
guu suy' mi mun vord s gun tray'
mi mo sherreag,
mi mo herrag
'S cha d' tbuirt mo bhen riamh rium
s cha d huyrt mo ven ri-av ri-um
acb " Dia leat a Challum !"
ach di-a let a challum
Mo cbailinn donn og.
mo chaylln donn og
Ged tha mi gu'n or le ol s le iomairt,
ged ha mi gun or le ol s le iomayrt
'S air bheagan do ni le pris na mine,
s ayr vegaa do ni le pris na mine
Tha 'm ortan aig dia 's e fialaidh uime,
ha mortau ayg di-a s e fi-a-lay' uymiS
'S ma gheibh mi mo shlainte gu'm paidh
8 mo yeyv mi mo olaynte gum pay
mi na shir mi,
mi na hir mi
Mo cbailinn donn og.
mo chaylin donn og
'S ioma bodacban gnu nacb duirig
s i-oma bo-dach-an gnu nach duyrig
m'aitbris,
may'-ris
Le tbional air spreidh 's iad ga threigsin
le hi-on-al ayr sprey' s i-ad ga h-reyg-sin
san earrach,
san errach
Nach ol ann sa bhliadbna trian aghallain,
naoh ol ann sa vli-a'-na trian a yall-ayn
'S cha toir e fo'n uirnas mu na bbeir Galium,
B cha toyr e fo'n uyr nas mu na beyr callum
Mo cbailinn donn og.
mo chaylin donn og
When I meet at the fair with set of
good fellows.
My heart it expands, my feelings it
mellows,
I drink, laugh, and sing with the glee
of a callan,
Yet my wife's harshest phrase is but
" God sain thee, Allan !"
My auburn-haired maid.
My social profusion, the darg of my
cronies,
Have lessened my folds, and scattered
my monies ;
But none values Allan at less than
he's owing,
And Fortune, still friendly, ber gifts is
bestowing,
My auburn-haired maid.
Yon sour-bearted boor who scorns my
example,
Who grubs and who moils, though bis
means are ample,
Who spends in the year scarce the
price of a gallan,
Will bring 'neath the mooh no more
than Allan,
My auburn-haired maid.
I still for my friends have a cellar and pantry,
I still have an arm and a sword for my country.
For the needy and poor I've a neuk yont my hallan,
And I've scorn for the knave who deems slightly of Allan,*
My auburn-haired maid.
* This lino was puggesled by the tradition intiuductor.v to thin soiig in Tail's Msgaziue of Mny 1810.