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45G
ORAN air breith Phrlurinsa Tearlach, le Mac
Laehlain Chille Bhride,
Naigheaciid a fhuair sinn an tras,
A thainig oirn nuadh do'n tir,
Chuir e m' airtneat air chairtealan uam,
'S rinn e aigeantach, uallach sinn.
Cha bhi sinn tuille ni 's mo,
Aig D sa fada fudh chis,
Thig gach fortan ri linn a Phrfunns' oig,
'S geibh gach neach tha air fogradh sith,
Rugadh Phenics thall anns an Roimh,
Sgeul aigeantach mor ri linn,
Gu'm bi neart, agus ceart mar ri treoir,
Aig gach fear sheasas coir an Righ.
Theid a chuibhle fhathast mu'n cuairt,
'S am fear a tha shuas biihidh e shios,
Eithidh 'm fear, a tha streup' ri, gu h-ardy
'S fear eile gu lar tuitidh sios.

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