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30-A CHAILINN THA TAMH MU LOCH EITE-THE LASS BY LOCH ETIVE.
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on Snn - day, 1 'ra wea - ry on Men - day, And
young na • tive, from bon nie Loch E - tive. Has
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• ear A prkmh gu deagh | glileus mi ;
cbailinn iha tkmh mu Loch Eite.
noth - ing can wake me to glad • ness ;
filled me with lore and with ead - ness.
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II beanadh an gaol rium 'S nach| maothaicheadh idir
love's strange e - mo - tion My heart was too careless
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M chaochail am beaclid sin us Ithami nis faiciun Gur | deac - air e duine bhl latrlth ris.
changed that opinion, I've felt its do - minion, And find that its sway b re - siat-less.
Alg coinnimh na h-bigiidh 'a ann chuir mi 'n
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Air an bg-chailinn choimhlionta, chiataich ;
"Us cha tig e an gradaig a mhtichaa an t-sradag
A riun ise fhudadh 'n am chliabh-sa.
Oh» dhth dhomh bhi luaidh air na feartan thug
buaidh orm,
'S a mhosgail bho shuaimhneas gu brbn mi —
A gnitis f hoinnidh, f hlathail, a stulean caoin, tairis,
'S a binn-bheul o 'm blasda thig cbmhradh.
Is finealta, uasal a beus 'us a gluasad;
Is ceanalta, suairce a nkdur ;
'N a pearsa cho loinneil, 'n a deise oho sgoinneil —
Cha 'n ioghnadh ged 's toigh leam a'ghraidheag.
'S e cuspair mo smaointean a latha 's a dh' oidhche
A dh' fhoillseachadh seM air bhi rciidh ritli',
'Chionn mur faigh mi a buaunachd ri 'm bheb
bidh mi truagh dhetb,
Vo Bg^il dhuibh gun atuumhiiMks gun
bibbneaa.
At a young people'a meeting I first got her
greeting,
This fair one for whom I am yearning,
And her loveliness threw some love sparks in my
bosom,
That still are unquenchably burning.
The graces displayed in this charming young
maiden
Are past all my powers of relation:
Her smile that entrances, her bright loving
glances,
Her artless and sweet conversation-
Each featui-e and gestm-e, each fold of her vesture,
Each word and each motion discover
She 's peerlessly pretty, wise, modest and witty —
Dear lassie, no wonder I love her !
Both sleeping and waking my lit art it ia aching ;
To win her esteem I'll endeavoiu: ;
And if my enslaver deny me her favour,
My life shall be clouded for ever.
New song by Mr IL HAOTASLAn; teMulMon by L. M. The air Is known m •«ilrldhi