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TIGHMOEA.
DUAN VII.
a "Lullaby ;"
Gael, crònan
(Seotti.sh,
" croou "), a
slow murmur-
ing air. The
word is gene-
rally used
nowadays for
" lullaby ; "
and I haye
taken it
here, as the
intention of
the crùnan
was to sootlie
and lull to
rest the spirit
of Folda.
i The differ-
ence of the
measure here
from the com-
mon one, as
well as its
irregularity
throughout
this Duan, is
deserving of
notice.
Far an tog an siol an t-sleagli 1
No 'n èirich ar crònan air thus "
Mu 'n fhear nach tog an t-sleagli gu bratli,
310 Fear-cosgairt air gleann nan slògh
Mhòma nan iomadli bad Ì "
" Ni 'u di-cliuimlin' dhomh dorcLadh nam Mar,
'Chinn-fheadliua nam bard o tliiis,
Togar clacli dha aig Liibar nan earn,
315 Aite-comlinuidli do Flioldath, 's d'a cbliu :
Acb taom m' anam air am nan laocb,
Air na bliadhnaibh 's an d'eirich iad suas
Air tonn lunis-uaine nan colg.
Ni 'n aiteas do Cbatbmor a mbain
320 Cuimbne Liimoin, innis nainc nan slògb ;
Lìunou, talamb }ian srutli,
Caoin-cbòmbnuidb nam b;ui-bbroilk'acb oigb."
" 'Liimoin nan srutli/'
Tba tbu 'deah'adli air m' anam fein ;
325 Tba do gbrian air do tbaobb
Air carraig nan crann 'bu trom.
Tba d'eilid cbiar,
Do dbearg bàrr-mbòr am measg ikuii bad
A' faicinn air sliabh
330 An colg cbii a' siubbal grad.
Mall air an rèidh
lift the spear. Or shall oiu- voice arise for liim vlio lifts the spear
no more : he that consumed the field from Monia of the groves?"
"Not forgot is tliat cloud in war, hard of other times. High
shall his tomb rise on Moi-lena, the dwelling of renown. But now
roU hack my soul to the times of my fathers : to the years when
first they rose on Inis-huna's waves. Nor alone pleasant to Cath-