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40-AM FONN-THE MELODY.
Key Ct.—Moderato, with feeling. Air — "An nochd gur faoin mo chadal dhomh.
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1 I siod am fonii a clnial - a mi An I uair a bha mi òg, Mi 'n
Oh' that's the air I heard long since, In childhood's happy day, When,
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(Icluain ri iichd mo mhàthar 'S mo I chridhe 'snàmh 'n a ceòl ; 'S'n uairrchuala mi a rithist e Aig
folded to my mother's breast. My soul drank in her lay ; A-gain,when round my father's cot, I
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nighinn ghil nam bo, Gu 'nl thal-aidh i mo chridhe leis 'S mi j mireag-aich mu'n chrò.
frisked a sportive boy, Full oft the milkmaid waked the strain, And thrilled my soul with joy.
Bu trie o sin 'g a chlkistinn mi,
Mu eadradh krd-thra nòin,
'S mi beadradh, air an àiridh,
Ri mo Mhkiri aillidh òig ;
No feadh nan glacag fkileanta
'S an tkrladh dhuinn, gun ghò,
'Bhi coinneachadh, gu manranach,
Fo sgkilean Choill-nan-cnò.
Ach b' ^iginn dòmhs' an kiridh
Agijs Mairi 'chur air chùl,
'Us siubhal fad' o'n kite sin
'S an robii mo ghrkdh 'us m' tiigh,
A slieasamh anns na blkraibh
'N aghaidh nkmhaidean ar dhthch' :
'S an Iktha dh' flikg mi 'm Brkighe,
Rigii ! bu chrkiteach m' aigne briiit' !
O ! siod am fonn a cliuala mi,
'S a cliuaileanaich mu 'm chrìdh',
A 's trie a dhtiisg dhomli sealladti
Air mo leannan 's air mo thir ;
An uair a bhitliinn airtnealach
'N am cliairtealan, le sgios,
Gu 'n taislicheadh e m' anam
'N uair a chanainn e learn fhln !
Ach tiiog am fonn an trkth-so dliomh
Fkth cknrain agus bròin ; _
Oir dhtiisg 8 ^omhaigh Mkiri
'Us mo mhktliar, 's iad fo'n fhòid ;
Gach caocliladh agus skrach
'Thkinig air na Gkidheil choir,
'n km 's 'n a biiuail an dan ud mi
Le grkdli, 'n uair 'bha mi (5g 1
And oft since then I've heard its notes
With rapture fill the ear
At noonday in the shieling, when
My Mary lilted near ;
Or when, in evening's peaceful calm,
Our steps together strayed,
With song and artless gaiety,
Adown the scented glade.
But cruel Fate at length decreed
That I should wander far
From Mary and my kindred dear,
To fill the ranks of war —
My country's rightful cause to stand
Against a foreign foe :
That day I left the glen I loved,
What words could tell my woe !
Again I 've felt its moving tones
Around my heart entwine.
Awakening thoughts of home and love.
And joys that once were mine,
When, far away 'mid other scenes,
I thought of bygone years.
And hummed it o'er with melting heart
And eyes bedimmed with tears.
But when I hear it now, it wakes
Sad thoughts within my breast ;
It minds me of my mother,
And my Mary, now at rest ;
The evils that befell our land.
The wrongs my country bore.
Since first I heard that melody
In the happy days of yore.
GaeUc words from J. Munro's " FiLlDH." Translation by Mr M. MAC Farlanb.