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''S beag a thogas a h-aon diubh,
Claidhean faobharach staillinn.
Ciod 'm fath bhi ga innseadh,
Ach gu'n d'f has iad co-mithur,
^S gu'n spothadh iad frideag.
Far an direadh iad feardain,
D'fhalbh na Ceannardan mileant'
Dha'n robh sannt air an fhirinn,
Dha'n robh geall air an dilsean,
Agus cuinge air an namhaid.
Air an tuath bha iad cuimhneach,
Cha b'ann gus an sgriobadh ;
Bhitheadh bantraichean, 's dilleaGhdaìn,
Dioltadh gu saibhir.
Gach truaghan gun dìth air,
Mu'n cuairt air na suinn sin,
Nach sealladh gu h-iosal,
Bha'n inntinn ro àrda.
Dia a stiuireadh ur gnothaìch.
Air gach taobh, agus romhaibh,
A nunn thar chuan domhain,
A's coimhiche gàire.
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