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THE POETRY
Chi mi t-athair fo eithir na h-aoise,
chi mi ta'yr fo ey'-er na ha-oyse
Gu faoin an dochas ri thiglieachd ;
gu faoyo an dochas ri bi-aclid
A lamb air an t-shleagh 's i air chridli,
a lav ayr an tle-a' 's i ayr chil'
Sa cheann mar chrithean 'n am sine ;
ea clienn mar chri-en an am sine
Meallaidh gach nial a shuil,
mellay' gach ni-al a huyl
'S e'n duil gu fliic e do bhata,
8 e'n duyl gu fayc c do vata
Seallaidb a cbhiun air an lear,
sell-ay' a cblaun ayr an ler
'S cbi iad an ceatbeach a seala.
s chi i-ad an c(S-ech a se-o-la
Cratbaidb easan a cheann badh,
cra'-ay' esan a chenn li-a'
Osna tiambaidh 'sa gbnuis bronacb.
osna ti-avay' sa yniiys brònach
Tha Crimin fo f biamb a gbaire,
ha crimin fo i-av a yayrb
A bruadar bbitb air traigh a'd cbombail :
a bru-adar vi' ayr tray' ad cho-ayl
A bibbb fosgailt a cuir failt ort,
a bill-iv fosgaylt a cuyr faylt ort
'S lamban sgaoilte gu d' gbbachadh,
8 lav-an sga-oylte gu d ylachca'
Och, a bbean-ghaoil, 's faoin do bhruadar
och a ven yaoyl 's faoyn do vru-adar
An t-uasal gu brath cba'n f baic u ;
an tu-a-sal gu bra' chan aye u
Fad dhachaidb tbuit do gbradb,
fad yachay' huyht do yra'
An Innse-fail fo smal tha mbaise.
an innse-fayl fo smSl ha vaysè
Duisgidh t-usa a Chrimine,
duysgi' tusa a chrimine
'S chi u gu'n robb t-aisbng mealta ;
8 chi u gun rov taysh-ling-melta
Ach c'uin a dbuisgeas a shuain,
ach cuyn a yuysges a hu-ayn
An laoch tbuit gu'n tuar san arich ?
an laoch huyt gun tu-ar ean iirich
Guth nan gaothar na beum-sgeitbe,
gu' nan ga'oar na beym-sgey-b
Cbaclduinnerleatsacbria-tbigbfhiurain.
clia cliluyuner let sa chri-a hi' i-uyren
A sbiol na leirge fagaibh an treun,
a hi-ol na leyrgè fagiv an treyn
I see thy father under the burden of
years,
In vain hoping for tliy return ;
His hand on the spear, and it trembling,
His grey bead the aspen in the wind ;
The clouds deceive him for thy sails,
And he thinks he sees thy ship ;
But the youth look over the sea,
And see the mist sailing.
He shakes his grey head.
His sigh pensive, his face sorrowful.
Crimina smiles in her sleep.
Dreaming that she is on the shore to
meet thee :
Her lips are parted to salute thee,
Her arms extended to embrace thee.
Alas ! lovely spouse, thy dream is
fantasy.
The (thorough) gentleman wilt thou
never see !
Far from home thy love has fallen ;
In Innesfail, a cloud fell on bis beauty.
Thou sbalt awake, Crimina,
And see that thy dream was deceitful,
But when will awake from his slum-
bers
The hero who fell pale on the field ?
The voice of the hounds, or the sound
of the alarm-giving shield,
He hears not in bis bouse of clay.
Race of the sea depart,