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168 COMHCHRUINXEACHA DO
Slios seimh mar an canach,
Corp geal mar eala air an t' snamh,
Calpa cruinn ann a 'n steimin,
Traigh eatrom is cumadh air sail,
Mac samhail do mhor chuis,
Cha 'n aithne dhomh cor ort ri radh,
Cha bheag is cha mhor u,
Ann 's gach aon ni gu leor ort gun hliar.
Nam biodh na h-urad aig cach ort,
Sa tha agamsa ghradh air do neoil,
Cha bu rabhart gun mhearachd,
Leo mi labhairt mo bharail 's mo ghloir,
Ach na'n creideadh iad firinn,
Cha treiginn air mhiltean u 'n or,
No air airgiod na 'n insibh,
Do bheadradh do dhìsleachd 's do phog,
O nach caochladh tu aigne,
'S nach chaonadh tu ad chaidreadh 's ad ghaol,
'S nach feudain bhi re riut,
Mar luthageadh cleir dhuinn mar aon,
B'fhearr leum bhi gun eiridh,
Fo thalamh ann a 'n Ephaid nan craobh,
No an rioghachd na Greig,
No measg thurcach gun fhaolmunn gun chaomh.
Ni mi noise comhdhunadh,
Agus cuiream ri tursa gu brath,
Ni bheil siochaint am aigne,
O'n nach meall mi do chaidribh's do gradli,
On thug ù hxn fuath dhamh,
Gun mo chuir ann sa 'n uaigh deigh mo bhais,
Bidhi' mo cliriodh mar chuantaibh,
Air am bheill mulad is bruaidlein air snanih.

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