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DHORAIN THAGHTA GHAIDHEALACH. Kìl
Beir an t-sorrai so nunn,
Air fad chuan a'n f huinn,
Far am faighte na suinn a 'g ol.
Gu eilein a'n f heidh,
'S gu eirir a'n eisg,
Far nach paidhe mid feich air lòn.
Gu comunn mo ruin,
Nach cromadh an t-suil,
Nam tromacha dh' dhuinn am poit.
Gun ardan gun stri,
Gun airimh air nì,
Ach cur saradh air fion sda òl.
Bhiodh ceol fili ri'r chiais,
Bho 'n Eoin fhinealt gun ghruaim,
Fear bho-rioghail cur dhuan air folbh.
OEAN,
LE ISSACHARI MACAULAY.
'Ta mo chri' mar chuaìntean,
Air bheil mulad a's bruaidlein air snamh,
Gur e trom cheist mo leannain,
Ma thromghalar a's m' easlainte ghna,
Ta ma shuilean gu silteach,
Ma dheoir tiutteam mar uisge gu lar,
Ta leann du' air mo bhuaireadh,
Bhuin machaidribh's ma shuain dhim's ma phramh.

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