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TIGHMORA.
" The fulness
of thy fame,
&c. ; "lit. the
ftUitcss (or
Jilling of) thy
fame is not to
ine.
b The hero—
i.e. Fingiil.
140 Clia-n fliaicear le Fillean an righ ;
C'uim' a bliiodh e fo stri a' bbroiuT'
" 'Mliic Clilatlio a's guinne .siiil,
'Og Fliilleiu, na diiisg mo cbliabh.
Nacb robh tbu 'n ad tbeiiie gun mbùig,
145 'S nach bi solas as-iir air triatb ?
Cba-n'eil lionadb do cbliu dbomb f liein ; "
Mar gbrein tba'n treun do mo tbriall : ''
Tba e 'coimbead mo cbeuman le solas,
Gun f baileus a' còmbnuidb m'a gbniiis :
150 Suas, 'Fkillein, gu Mora nan torr ;
Tba cuirm anns a' cbeo sgaoilte."
" 'Oisein, tboir dbomb feiu mo sgiatb,
Na b-iteau 'tba ciar fo gbaoitli :
Cuir iadsan mar ri Fillean, a tbriatb,
155 Gus nacb caill e acb trian d'a cbliu.
'Tbreun Oisein, tba laigs' orm fèin ;
Cuir mise fo bbeud 's a' cbòs.
Na tog orm clacb anns a' bbeinn
Eagal foigbneacbd mu Fbilleau na 's mo.
IGO Tbuit mise ann mo cbeud cbatli
Gun cbliu 'us gun ratb air mo lann.
Biodb do gbutbsa a mbiiin, a tbriatb,
'N a sbòlas do m' anam "s e 'triall.
No ; Fillaii shall not LeliolJ tlie king ! Why sliould the hero
mourn Ì "
" Son of blue-eyed Chitho ! O Fillan, awake not my soul ! Wert
thou not a burning fire before him 1 Sliall he not rejoice ? Such
fame belongs not to Ossian ; yet is the king still a sun to me. He
looks on my steps with joy. Sliadows never rise on liis face. As-