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'Bu mhuladach an sealladh so,
Am fion dearg mar a dhòirt,
Thug smùid à cliathach an eich dhuinn,
Mar cheithreamh muilt-f heòil ròist'.
Gidheadh bha e mar mliarcaiche,
A' ruith na re'is le 'chrios,
Is amhchaiman dà sheaiTaig ghlais,
Ag udal air a leis.
Mar so troimh bhaile Islington,
Faic e le mire 'triall,
Is fòs a suas troimh Edmonton,
'S a stigh feadh lub nan giadh.
'S ann ann an sin bha 'phlubartaich,
'S an t-each a' diùltadh smachd,
Mar sgaoth do gheòidh no thunnagan
'Gan lubradh fe'in le tlachd.
Aig uinneig ami an Edmonton
Gu'n sheas a bhean a suas,
Is chunnaic i dol seachad e
Le iongantas r'a hiath's. ,
"Stad, stad, lain Ghilpin, so an tigh!"
Gu'n ghlaodh iad uile ris,
'' Tha'n dinneir re'idh, 's tha simie sgìth;"
''Cha lùgh'," ars' lain, "tha mis'I"
Ach 's beag an t-suim a ghàbh an t-each,
Do ghlaodh nam ban gu le'ir,
Bha prasach mhaith a mhaighstir
Deich mìr air falbh aig Ware.
Mar shaighead luath o làmh na treòir,
O'n iughar righinn chrom,

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