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FIOXNGHAL.
'Thoirt 'fhoctiil tliar sliabh gu sluagh.
215 Air Cromla sliuiclh an righ gu h-àrd,
'Us ghliiais siime mar gliluais a lann.
Dh'eirich aoibhueas air Oscar an àigli,
A ghruaidh dearg, 's a shiiil fo dheoir,
Mar gliath teine a lann 'n a laimb,
220 'S lal)laaii- ri Oisian le foil.
" 'Cheaunaird còmkraig nan cruaidh-bheum,
'Atbair tbeoma, cluiun -sa mo ghuth ;
Gluais gu righ Mhòrbheinn, an treun ;
Thoir dliomb fein mo choir de d' chliu.
225 Ma thuiteas mi 'n so 's a' bhlàr,
Cuimhnich -sa uchd ban mar shueachd,
Gath-greine 'n a h-aouar, mo ghradli,
Làmh-gheal nighean Thoscair nam feachd.
Tha 'gruaidh dhearg air carraig thall
230 Ag aomadh gu mall thar sruth,
A ciabh bhog a' taomadh m' a ceauu,
'S i 'togail mu Oscar a guth.
Innis gu bhoil mi 's a' chruaich,
Mo thannas gun tuar 's a' ghaoith,
235 Gu-n tachair 's an nial 'tha luath
Mo luaidh, nighean Thoscair nan saoi."
" Cuir, 'Oscair, cuir mise 's an uaigh ;
liis words to the cliiefs. Higli on Croiiila's side he sat, waviii;^ tlie
lightning of his sword, and as he waved we moved.
Joy rises in Oscar's face. His clieek is red. His eye sheds tears.
The sword is a be^m of fire in his hand. He came, suid, smiling,
spoke to Ossian : " ruler of the fight of steel ! my father, hear thy
son! Retire witli Morven's mighty cliief (iive me the fame of

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