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OP THE HIGHLAND CLANS.
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CUMHADH MHIC CRUIMEN. — MAC CRniMEN S LAMENT.
Dh-iadh ceo nan stuc mii aodan Cbuilinn,
yi-a' ce-o nan stuc mu aodau chuylinn
Is slieinn a bhean shilh a torgan mulaid ;
is heynn a ven hi' a torogan mulayd
Tha suil ghorm chiuin san dun a sile,
ha sujl yorm chi-uyn san dim a sile
Bhon thriall e bli-uain sadhiulte tilleadh.
von h-ri-all e vu-ayn sa yuylt e tiUe'
Fonn : —
Cha tilleadh, cha tilleadh, cha tilleadh
cha tUle' cba tUle' cha tille'
Mac-Cruimen !
mac crnymen
chogadh is iomairt cha tilleadh an
o choga' is im-ayrt clia tille' an
cuiridh !
cnyr-i'
Cha tilleadh, cha tilleadh, cha tilleadh
cha tille' cha tille' cha tille'
Mac-Cruimen !
mac cruymen
Cha till e gu brath, gu la na cruinneadh !
cha till e go bra' gu la na cruynue'
Tha osag an t-shleibh misg gheug a
ha osag an tleyv misg yeyg a
cumhadh,
cu-va'
Gach snithan is alt a bron air bruthaich,
gach sra'-an is alt a bron ayr bru'-aych
Thafillidheannangengaseinngudubhach,
ha fiUi'-en nan geyg a seynn gu duvach
O'n dh-f halbh e bh-uain'snach till e tuille.
on yalv e vn-ayn 'snach till e tiiylle
Cha till, etc.
Tha'n oiche fo neoil, Ian broin is mulaid,
ban o-i-ohe fo ne-oyl Ian broyn is mu-layd
A bhirlinn fo sheol, 's cha'n fheorich
a vir-linn fo he-ol 's chan e-o-rich
siubhal ;
si-u-val
Tha gair nan tonn ri fonn neo-shubhach,
ha gayr nan tonn ri fonn ne-o-huvach
A coidh gun t-albh 's nach till e tuille.
a coy' gun talav 'snach till e tuylle
Cha till, etc.
Cha thionael luchd ciuil san dun mu
cha hi-on-ayl luchd ci-uyl san dun mu
fheasgar,
The mountain mist flows deep on
Cullin,
The fay sings her elegy sorrowful ;
Mild blue eyes in the dun are in tears.
Since he departed, and refused to
return.
Chorus : —
He returns not, retiu-ns not, returns
not Mac-Cruimen !
From war and conflict the warrior
refuses to return !
He returns not, returns not, Mac-
Cruimen would not return !
He will return no more, until the day
of the last gathering !
The wind of the wold among the
boughs is wailing.
Each streamlet and burn is sad on
the hills.
The minstrels of the boughs are sing-
ing mournful!}',
Since he departed, and will never
return. —
Eeturu, etc.
The night is clouded, sorrowful, and
sad,
The birlin under sail but reluctant
to depart ;
The waves of the sea have a sound
not happy.
Lamenting that he departed, and will
never return. —
Eetum, etc.
Gather will not the tuneful race of
the dun in the evening,