Hew Morrison Collection > Sar-obair nam bard gaelach, or, The beauties of Gaelic poetry

IAIN LOM.
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LATHA INBHER-LOCHAIDH.*
LUINNEAG.
H-i rim h-u-rò, h-ò-rò hatha,
H-i rim h-ò-rò, h-ò-rò leatha,
H-i rim h-0-rò, h-ò-rò leatha,
Chaidh an latha le Clann-DùmhnuiU.
Aw cuala' sibhse 'n tionndadh duineil,
Thug an camp bha 'n Cille-Chuimein ;
'S fad chaidh aium air an iomairt.
Thug iad as an naimhdean iomuiti.
U-i rim, fye.
Dhirich mi moch madainn dhòmhnaich,
Gu barr cair-teil Inbher-Lochaidh,
ChuDna' mi 'n t-arm a dol an ordugh,
'S bha buaidh an la le Clanu-Dòmbnuill.
Hi rim, 4-c.
Direadh a mach glun Chuil-eachaidh,
Dh' aithnich mi oirbh surd 'ur tapaidh ;
Ged bha mo dhuthaich na lasair,
'S eirig air a chùs mar thachaii'.
H-i rim, <§-c.
Ged bhiodh larlachd a bhraghaid,
An seachd bliadhna so mar tha e,
Gun chur, gun chliathailh, no gun àiteach,
'S math an riadh bho 'm beil sinn paighte.
H-i rim, fyc.
Air do laimhse Thighearna Lathair,
Ge mor do bhosd as do chlaidheamh ;
'S ioma oglaoch chinne t-athar,
Tha 'n Inbher-Lochaidh na laidhe.
H-i rim, 8j-c,
'S ioma fearr goirseid agus pillein,
Cho math 'sa bha riainh dheth d' chinneadh,
Nach d' Ihoad a bhotanu thoirt tioram,
Ach faoghlum snàmh air Bun-Neimheis.f
H-i rim, 8fC.
Sgeul a b' aite 'nuair a thigeadh,
Air Caim-beulaich nam beul sligneach,
H-uile dream dhiu mur a thigeadh,
Le bualadh lann an ceann ga 'm bristeadh.
H-i rim, 4'C.
• This battle was fought between the M'Donalds and
the Cam))t)e\ls, on Sunday, February 2, 1645.
t When the Campbells were routed, they endeavoured
to cross tiie river at the above-mentioned ford. To their
astonishment, however, the task proved more ii ksomethan
they had anticipated ; for, some of them losing their foot,
ing, their bonnets were carried down by the current. This
event delighted and amused the poet; and, in order Co
make it at the same time ludicrous in itself, and galling to
the poor Campbells, he began to address them as follows :
—"A Dhuimhneacha Dhuimhttcacha, cuimlinichibh 'ur boin.
eidean."
'N latha sin shaoil leo dhol leutha,
'S ann bha laoich ga 'n ruith air reothadh,
'S ioma slaodanach mor odhar,
Bha na shineadh air ach'-an-tothair.
Hi rim, 4c.
Ge be dhireadh Tom-na-h-aire,
Bu Honor spog ur ann air dhroch sbailleadh,
Neul marbh air an suil gun anam,
'N deigh an sgiùrsadh le lannan.
H-i rim, ^-c.
Thug sibh toiteal teith ma Lochaidh,
Bhi ga 'm bualadh ma na srònan,
Bu lion'or claidheamh clais-ghorm comhnard,
Bha bualadh an lamhan Chlann-Dòmhnuill.
H-i rim, 4"C.
Sin 'nuair chruinnich mor dhragh na fhalacbd,
'N am rusgadh na 'n greidlein tana,
Bha iongnan nan Duimhneach ri talamh,
An deigh an luithean a ghearradh.
Hi rim, 4c.
'S lionmhor corp nochte gun aodach,
Tha na 'n slneadh air chnocain t'hraoiche,
O 'n bhlar an greaste na saoidhean,
Gu ceann Leitir blar a Chaorainn.
H-i rim, 4'c.
Dh' innsinn sgeul eile le firinn,
Cho math 'sa ni cleireach a sgriobhadh ;
Chaidh na laoich ud gu 'n dicheall
'S cbuir iad maoim air luchd am mi-ruin.
Hi rim, fyc.
Iain Mhuideartaich nan seol soilleir,
Sbeoladh an cuan ri la doillear,
Ort cha d' I'huaradh briste coinnidh,
'S ait' leam Barra-breac fo d' cbomas.
Hi rim, 4c.
Cha b' e sad an siubhal cearbach,
A thug Alasdair do dh' Albainn,
Creachadh, losgadh, agus marbhadh ;
'S leagadh leis coileach Strath-bhalgaidh.
H-i rim, 4'c.
An t-eun dona chaill a cheutaidh.
An Sasunn, an Albainn, 's 'n Eirinn,
Is it e a curr na sgeithe,
Cha miste leam ged a gheill e.
H-i rim, ^c.
Alasdair nan a geur lann sgaiteach,
Gheall thu 'n de a bhi cuir as daibh,
Chuir thu 'n retreuta seach an caisteal,
Seoladb gle mhath air an leantuinn.
H-i rim, 8,-c.