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FIONXGHAL.
Togaibh fleagh 'us slige f bial ;
Biodi anam an triath fo aoibhneas,
'S ar càirdean 'an solas 's an raon."
Shuidh 'us gbabh sinn fleagb 'us dan,
450 Db' eiricb anam Cbucbulbn gu b-àrd ;
Tbill a neart do tbreun nan Linn,
Bba aoibbneas air 'agbaidb tball.
Tbug UUin do 'n triatb am fonn ;
Tbog CaruU a gbutb air a' mbagh ;
455 Cbobbair mi na bàird air an torn,
]Mu cbarraid nan sonn 's nan sleagb,
Carraid 's an d' tliarruing mi Lann—
Cba tbarniing mi lann na 's mo ;
Db'fbalbb mo cbHu air gniomli a bb' ann.
460 Suidbeamsa aig uaigb fo bbròn,
Uaigb nan cairdean mòr nacb mair.
Sbiubhail an oidbcb' air an f bonn ;
Tbàinig madainn tbar toim le sòbxs.
Db' eiricb Fionnghal air an aird,
4G5 Agus cbratb 'n a L\imb an t-sleagb ;
Sbin e 'cbeum mòr tbar magb Lena,
'Us lean sinn an treun 'u ar n-airm.
shells. Let our souls rejoice after danger, and our friends deliglit
in our presence ! "
"VVe sat, we feasted, we sang. The soul of Cuthulliu rose ;
the strength of his arm returned. Gladness brightened along his
face. Ullin gave the song ; Carril raised the voice. I joined the
bards, and sang of battles of the spear. Battles, where I often