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OF THE HIGHLAND CLANS.
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Ach glaiiiseadh mid nar neait gu leir,
ach gUiys-e' mid nar nert gu leyr
Mall mar mhor cho-tliional iiial,
mall mar vor cho-heual ni-al
Bidh georrag air sar mhac nam beum,
bi' girrag ayr sar vac nam beym
Is tuitidh a shleagh gu'a fheum 'o'n
is tuyti' a hle-a' gun eym on
triadh.
tri-a'
' Chi sinn dubh nial a bhais,'
chi sinn duv ni-al a vayis
Their iad, is failas a fas m' an tuar.
heyr i-ad is faylas a fas man tu-ar
Bidh broa air Fionn aosda na baigh,
bi' bron ayr fi-onn aos-da na bay'
Sa chlinasioladh airtraigh gu'n bhuaidh:
sa chli-u a si-ol-a' ayr tray' gun vu-ay'
Cha'n fhaicear a Morbhein ceum an
chan ayc-er a mor-veynn ceym an
triatll,
tri-a'
'S bidh coineach na 'm bliadhnadh an
s bi' coynech nam bli-an-a' an
Selma."
selma
An samhchair dh-eisd Cairber ruadh,
an sav-chir yeysd cerber ru-a'
Mar dhuth-nial nan stuadh air raon, —
mar yu'-ui-al nan stu-a' ayr raon
Nial a sheasas dorch air Cromleac,
ni-al a hesas dorch ayr crora-lec
Gus am brist dealan a thaobh.
gus am brist dellan a haov
Laiseaidh gleanna ri boilsge nan speur,
lays-i' glenna ri boilsge nan speyr
Bidh tannais gu'n fheum fo sholas.
bi' tann-aysh gun eym fo hol-as
Mar sin an samhchair sheas an righ,
mar sin an sav-chir lies an ri'
Gus 'n do ghluais le brigh a ghuth :
gus n do ylu-aysh le bri' a yu'
" Sgaoilear a chuirm air Moilena;
sgoyler a chuyrm ayr moilena
Thigeadh mo cheud bard a nail,
hige' mo cheyd bard a nail
011a, nan ciabh dubh-ruadh, eirich,
oUa nan ci-av duv-ru-a' ey-rich
Gabh clarsach righ Eirinn a'd laimh ;
gav clarsach ri' eyriiin ad la-iv
But let us move in combined strength,
Slowly as a great gathering of clouds.
So shall fear fall on the surpassing
son of the sword,
And the spear fall deedless from his
hand.
' We see the dark cloud of death,'
They will say, while a shade spreads
over their faces.
Sorrow will overtake Fingal the com-
passionate and aged,
While his fame melts away without
victory :
In Morven will not be seen the steps
of the hero,
The mess of years will cover Selma."
Red Cairber listened in silence.
Like a dark cloud, from the waves, on
the heath, —
A cloud that stands darkly on Cromla,
Until the lightning breaks from its
side.
The glens are lighted by the flash,
And deedless spirits under rejoicing.
Thus in silence stood the king,
Until his voice was heard significantly :
" Spread the feast on Moilena;
Approach my hundred bards.
Rise, 011a of the dark-brown locks.
Take the harp of Erin's king in thy
hand;