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Gun chur, gun chliathadh, na gun àiteach,
'S math an riadh o bheil sinn paighte.
Hi rim, &c.
Air do laimhse Thighearna Lathair,
Ge mor do bhosd as do chlaidhe ;
'S ioma oganach chinne t-athar,
Tha 'n lonmhur-Lochai na luidhe.
Hi rim, &c.
'S ioma fearr goirseid agus pillein,
Cho math 'sa bha riamh do d' chinneach,
Nach d' fhoad a bhotainn thoirt tioram,
Ach faoghlum snamh air bun Ibheis.
Hi rim, &c.
Sgeul a b' aite 'nuair a thigeadb,
Air Caimbeulaich na'm beul sligneach,
H-uile dream dhiu mur a thigeadh,
Le bualadh lann an ceann ga 'm bristeadh.
Hi rìm, &c.
'N latha sin shaoil leo dhol leotha,
'S ann bha laoich ga 'n ruith air reothadh^
S ioma slaodanach mor othar,
Bha na shineadh air achadh an tothair.
Hi rim, &c. ,
Ge be dhireadh Tom-na h-aire,
Bu Honor spog ur bh' ann air dhroch shailleadh,-
Neul marbh air an suil gun anam,
'N deigh an sgiursadh le lannan.
Hi rim, &c.
Thug si:ì)h toiteal teith mu Lochai,
Bhi ga 'm bualadh mu na srona,

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