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A throtan chaidh gu dian-ruith luath,
Gun suim do mhuiseal sre'in'.
Chrom e sìos, mar dh' imreas iad
Nach urrainn suidhe suas,
Ghlac e muing an eich gu teann,
'S e dol a nis 'na hiath's.
An t-each a mhothaich air a dhruim
Uallach co deacair ùr,
Theich e le geilt ; 's mar theich e, dh'f hàg
E'n saoghal air a chìd.
Aìr falbh chaidh lain 'na shradaibh dearg,
Air falbh chaidh 'n ad 's a' ghruag ;
Is beag a shaoil an duine còir
A dhol air 'leithid do ruaig.
Chaidli coin gu tathunn, 's clann gu sgriacli,
Bha cinn a mach 'nan ceud,
Is ghlaodh gach aon, le 'uile neart,
'' 'S tu fein an gille-steud !"
Air falbh chaidh lairì, cò ach e ?
Na mìltean air a thòir :
" Is re'is tha'n so ! 's cha higha 'n geall,
Na mile bonn do 'n òr !"
'S a nis, 'nuair dhlùthaich e gu dàn'
Air luchd na cìse cruaidh,
'An tiota thilg iad fosgailte
A' chachaileadh gu luath.
'Nuair chrom e sìos os ceann an eich
Le 'cheann 'na smùidibh teth,
Bhuail an dà shearraig air a chùJ,
Is spealg 'nam mile bloidh.

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