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Air an righ sin dha 'n d' rinneadh
Togail suas ann am barrachd,
'S daor a thug sinne ceannach,
Bho n la thionnsgainn a charraid;
Chuireadh aon Mhac Shir Ailain
As a chorichean fearinn,
Le fior fhoiineart s le aindeoin;
Ach s e loni sgriob an earrich so 'chraidh
mi.
(red a b" fhad thu air siudan,
Oha robh lochd ort r'a chunntas;
Do luchd-toisich cha b' fhiu leat
Dhol a dheannmh dhaibh umhlachd;
Curidh ard thu bu mhuinte;
'S e mo chreach gun do dhruidh ort
Meud an eallich a bhruchd ort,
"S nach robh leigh ann a dhiuchradh am
bas bhuait
Fath mo ghearain 's mo thursa,
Mac-Gilleain nan luireach
'Bhi 'na laighe 'sa chruisle
An suain cadil gun dusgadh ;
Is ruaig bhais air do mhuinntir,
Aig nach d fhagadh de dh-uine
Oead an armachd a ghiulan;
Thug an naiinhdean d'an ionnsidh 'nan
deann-ruith.
Bfhiach do chairdean an sloinneadh,
Morair Shleite 's Mac-Ooinnich,
Is Mac-Leoid as na Hearradh,
'S am fear treun sin nach maireann,
Ailain Muideartach allail.
Fath mo chaoidh gach fear fearinn.

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