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OF THE UIGULANP CLANS.
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Gu 'ni bi maoim air do ii;iimhdean,
gum bi m;i-oyin ayr do nayv-deu
Noir ui u 'ii spaiateacli a glilachadh.
iioyr iii u 11 spayii-tech a ylasc-a'
Ho, etc.
Fhuair u 'n cliu sin o' thoiseach,
liu-ayr u 'n cli-u sin a boysech
'S cha 'n olc e ri innseadh,
s chan olc e ri inuse'
Craobh a cosgairt sa blilair u,
craov a cosgairt sa vlayr u
Nach gathadh sga roi luc phicean ;
iiach gava' sga roy hic fic-eu
Na roi 'shaighdearean deargadh,
ua roy bay'-deren de-arg-a'
Ged a b'armailtean rigli iad,
ged a bar-maylten li' i-ad
Le'n ceannardan fuileach,
leu cenuardan fuylecb
'S le'n gunnaichean cinnteach. — Ho, etc.
s len gnnna-chaa cinntech
Gur ainmeul do shinusridh,
gur aynmel do hinns-ri'
Hi innsidh 's ri shlainneadh,
ri inn-se' s ri h-Ioynna'
'S tu oighre an larl Isleaich,
s tu oy're an i-arl i-licb
Nach togadh cis an cuis fhoilleil,
nacb toga' cis an ciiys oylleyl
Marcaich ard nan steud lughmhar,
tnarc-aych ard uan steyd lu'-var
Ceannard shuinn nan lann soilleir,
cennard huynn nan lann soylleyr
Gaisgaich tbreinn an cruaidb-gbabhadh,
gays-gaych hreynn an cru-ay'-yava
Le'm b-annsa stail na airm-tbeine.
lem bannsa stayl na ayrm-beyn(i
Ho, etc.
To fly their tiorce, their deadly
blows.
That praise, that early praise was
thine,
And spread thy well-known fame alar,
Thou didst on all occasions shine.
The wisest leader in the war.
No serried red-coats daunted thee,
Although their well-aimed vollies
rolled
Upon thy ranks, from musketry
That oft in deadly slaughter told :
Thy just distinctions ever were
The wise to lead, the bold to dare.
Thy lineage is for blood and length
In Albin's annals unexcelled,
And formed of chieftains famed for
strength.
Who in the deiidly charge compelled
Steeds fierce and fleet, that harnessed
shone
Like meteors coursing through the
sky;
While in their sells, as on a throne.
They towered in their war panoply ;
And none of them has been con-
strained
To deeds that have that lineage
stained.
'S goirt an t-earcal a thachair,
s goyrt an tercal a hach-ayr
O'n chaidh an iomairt so tuadhal,
o'n cbay' an i-o-niayrt so tn-a'-al
Since some in battle* have forgot
How their brave fathers plied their
steel.
No refuge has our country got
Sbircff-muir.