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An7i endìnhoriiigJi'ìi Ailain^
'S neo-hheiisach a hhean i ;
Ann eiuùnkor nigJi'n Ailain,
'S i-fein 'thog an all' oirnn.
Cleas na muic' air dhroch bhiathadh
Rinn thu, 'bhiast, air an leanabh,
Nuair a mhuch thu fo d' chot' e,
'vS e gun deo ann de 'n anail.
Ach nam faighinn 'san Roimh thu
Ann an seomar nan cailleach,
Naile chuminn ri d' bheo
An cainbe bhroin thu ri aithreach'.
Ciamar 'gheibhinn bho nadar
Gun 'bhi baighail ri Anna ?
Nighean brathair mo mhathar ;
'S beusach narach a bhean i.
Tha i banail, ciuin, ciallach,
Tha i fialidh, glic, ceanrdt';
'S ris gach bochd tha i pairteach ; —
'S bean gun nair' a thog all' oirr'.
We got this poem, except the first verse, from
John Macdonald, an Taillear Abrach, several
years ago. The first verse was sent to us a few
months ago by Colin Chisholm, Esq., Namur
Cottage, Inverness.

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