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Mar a bha Clolnn Israel
Fudh bhruid aig Righ na h-Eiphit,
Tha sinn air a chor cheudna,
Cha'n eigh iad reinn ach siuc.
Ar Righ an deighs* a chrùnadh,
Mu'n gann a leim e ùr-fhas,
Na thaistealach bochd, ruisgte,. . .
Gun ghfard, gun chuirt, gun choisd'
''G a fharfhuadach as aite.
Gun duine leis de chairdean.
Mar luing air uachdar Sailidh,
Gun stiuir, gun ralmh, gun phort.
Cha teid mi do Dhuneidin,
O dhoirteadh fuil a Ghreamaich,
An leoghan fearail, treubhach,
''G a cheusadh air a chroich.
B'e sud am fior dhuin iiasal,
Nach robh de'n liune shuarach,
Bu ro mhath ruidhe gruadhach,
'N am tarruing suas gu troiJi
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