Blair Collection > Treatise on the language, poetry, and music of the Highland clans

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THE MUSIC
'Nam eridh sa mhaduinn,
nam cri' sa vad-aynu
Gur beg m-aites 's mo shugradh,
gur beg m-aytes 'a mo liugra'
Bho'n dh-fhalbh Uacbdaran fearael,
von yalv u-ach-aran ferel
Ghlinoe-garraidh air gbiulan ;
ylinne-garray' ayr yi-ulan
'S ann am flaitheas na slaiate,
sann am flay'-es ua slaynte
Tha ceannart aillidb na duthcbadb,
lia cennart aylli' na du'-cha'
Sar Choirnealair soilleir,
sar choyrnel-ayr soylleyr
Nach robh foilleal do'n cbrun ii.
nach rov foyllel don chrun u
Fonn : —
'S cianael trom agus fada,
's ci-aa-el trom agus fada
'S cianael fada mo bhron,
'a ci-an-el fada mo vron
O'n la charadh gii b-iosal,
on la cliara' gu Li-o-sal
Do phersa phriesail fo'n fhoid,
do fersa fri-seyl fon oyd
Tha mo chridbsa ciuirte,
ha mo cri'-sa ci-uyrto
Cha dean mi sugradh ri'm bbeo,
cha de-aa mi su-gra' rim vc-o
O'n dh-fhalbh ceannart nan uaislean
on yalv cennart nan u-ayalen
Oighre dualchais na Troim.
oyre" du-al-ohaya na troym
'S mairg a tharladh roi d' dhaoine,
s mayrg a haria' roy d ya-oyud
Noir thagte fraoch ri do bhartaich,
noyr hag-te fra-och ri do vra-taycb
Dh-eireadh stuadh an clar t-aodainn,
yeyre' stu-a' an clar t-aod-ayn
Le neart feirge is gaisge ;
le nert feyregè ia gaysge
Sud a phearsa neo sgathach,
sud a feraa neo sga'-ach
A ghnuis bu bhlaithidh gu'n taisc,
a ynuys bii vlay'-i' gun tayse
A\Tien in- the morning I arose,
Pleasure was not my aim.
Is there no end to Albin's woes,
To deaths 'mong men of fame ?
The manly leader of the race
Who own the Garrian-glen,
Is off to his last resting-place,
Borne high by sorrowing men, —
The chieftain lofty, true, and bold,
Who never his allegiance sold.
Not safe were they who rashly met
Thy warriors stern and true,
When the proud heather-badge was
set
In all their bonnets blue ;
When thy brave banner waved on
high.
And thou thyself wert seen,
With battle kindling in thine eye,
To draw thy broad-sword keen ; —
Then, then 'twas time for Albin's
foes