Ossian Collection > Report of the Committee of the Highland Society of Scotland, appointed to inquire into the nature and authenticity of the poems of Ossian

314 EXTRACT OF A POEM
Fionn mo ghaoil is caogad Triath,
Le cheile air grianan ard ;
Is Gile-ghreine ri crann,
Os a chionn, a bhratach aigh.
Bu chian ar sgaoileadh o cheile,
Fea' gach sleibh air barra bhac ;
Laochrai' chalma, churant Fhinn,
'S am botha gach tiom nan glaic.
'Nuair a dh'eireadh seilg an f heidh,
Dh' fhuasgladhmaid na ceuda cu ;
'S ioma' damh, earb, agus Adh,
A thuiteadh sa bhail gach Jul.
Philleamaid le'r seilg tra-non,
Gu Teamhra' cheolmhor nan teud ;
Am bu lionmhor cruit is clar,
'S ioma' bard a sheinneadh sgeul.
B'ioma' slige doll mun cuairt,
'S dana nua' ga luadh le cheil ;
A' caitheamh na feiste 's ann Tur,
B'aluin, ur na fhlatha feinn.
B'eibhinn nos na feinn a ghluais,
Ceolmhor, cuannar, snuadhar, treun ;
Fion is fochlas agus feoil,
Speis gu leoir, 's cho b'eol duinn breug.
Na suinn chaomha, chalma, ghraidh,
Bu mhor baidh, 's bu chian an cliu
Feileachd, furan, 's a bhi dian,
A dhion choitheach, cian o'n iul.
La a chath air magh na bair,
Co, na b'f hearr, cho chualas riamh,
Chomhraigeamaid fear is ceud,
Gach aon fear do'n Fheinn bu Triath.
Cha do ghluais sinn riamh d'ar deoin,
Ach gu foil do chomhrag dian ;