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218 COMHCHRUINNEACHA DO
Tlia mo chion do 'n flileasgach,
Dhonn leadanach blioidheach,
Do 'n f hine nacli strioclida,
Do fhion-fhiiil chhann Domhnuill,
'S ann a ghabh mi mo chead diot,
Aig an EagLais Diadomhnaich,
'S ge nach d' f haod mi bhi caint riut,
Bha shant na bu leoir orm.
Gur a truagh nach robh mise,
Gun fhios air do chulthaobh,
'N am togbhail na lice,
Agus briste na h-urach,
Cha n iaruinn do chiste,
Ach mo shlios a bhi dkith riut,
Sgeul a sgath as mo cheudfiiidh,
'S ann do n euc; thus; thu cuntas.
lOEAM NA TRUAIGHE,
LE ISSACHARI M'AULA DO THIGHEARNA ASSINN.
GuR i ioram na truaighe,
So tha mise ann san uair so a seinn,
Gur e mheadaich droch shnuagh orm,
Sa laodhdaich a ghruag bhar nio chinn,
A liuthad scaradh a f huair mi,
'0 'n la b' aithne dhomh gluasad leam f hiu ;
Ach si so 'n t-aon snithe 's cruaidhe,
Chuir an saoghal air uachdar ri m' linn.

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