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'S fearr a bhuilicheadh le tlachd e
Na esan ge pailt a ni.
'M fear a's rao a gheibh de 'n t-saoghal
Bidh e 'strith ri tuiUeadh f haotuinn ;
Gheibh sinn uile biadh is aodach,
'S cha doir daormuinn maoin do 'n chill.
The poet lost his cattle and horses at Comhlan
in Glenaffric during a snow-storm in the spring.
Some time afterwards, whilst passing the place
in which they had perished he composed the
above song. It was published originally in
Gillies's collection, at page 58.
THA MI TINN, TINN, TINN.
LE IAIN MAC MHURCHIDH.
LUINNEAG.
Tha mi tinn, tinn, tinn,
Tha mi tinn ""s mi fo airtneal ;
Ged nach innis mi do ciiach
Ciod e 'w fath mu hheil w' acain.
Bha mi latha dhe mo shaogh'l
Nach do shaoil learn gum faicinn
Mo chomanndair orm cho teann
Ann sa bhall nach do chleachd mi.
Mi mar shean duine gun speis,
Do nach leir aon ni 'f haicinn,

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