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Ann an so tha baile beag na chroilein,
Is pongail e le thaigliean tubhadh,
Far 'm bheil an sluagh 'n comlmaidli,
Siol nan àrmunn ad a' dli' f hulling.
Tha na miltean as gach'àlte,
Oho fad 's America 's geilach cuan,
Air cois, 's ann 'n carbadan làna,
D!i' fhaicinn gach ionghnadh th' air ri luaidh
Thusa nach robh riamh ga amharc,
B'e mo chomhairle dhuit a' dhol ann,
'S cinnteach ml nach bi ort amhuilts,
An deigh na chi thu anns a ghleann.
Air turas gu'n robh ann a Bhan-righ,
Bu mhor an cliii a' thug 1 air ;
Prlonnsachan Russianach 's Frangach,
Diiican 's Moirearan gu'n aire ;
O'n nach comas dhomh bhi g'a mhineach
Gach buaidh o bhràighe gu ruig a'^bhun ;
Air mo dhuan gu'n cuir mi crich le fluid,
O'n nach ebil dhomhs' ach bhi so^ur.

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