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Ged a gheibhinn e sgribhte,
Na miorbliuilean rinn e,
'S na chost e dheth nith,
Cur malail) air an oighreachd,
Do na h-ailleagain phriseil,
Nach robh diomhain gun fhoinn doibh ;
'S dubh a bhoile dhomh innseadh,
*S nirh diomhain duibh fhaighneachd.
Bha mise ga bheachdach,
Na 'm b' aithne dhomh innseadh,
O latha a bhaistidh,
Gu latha a chriche,
Ann an Albuinn na 'n Sasunn,
Mur saltair mi 'n fhirinn,
Cha b' aithne dhomh leithid,
G'a chaitheadh 's ga dhianadh.
'Nuair mhiannaich sinn airgiod,
Thainig meall oirnn gun fhios duinn,
Lamh an t-sonais ga sgaoileadh,
Nach do chaoin ann n' ar measg e,
Ach tha moran dhiu 'g radh,
'S beag is fearda na 's miste,
Sud mur mholar an t-armunn,
Chuireadh pìàst r' ar bristeadh.
Ged shirinnse deonach,
Leis an eolais a rinn mi,
Eidear caolas King-horn,
Agus crò lonmhuraora,
Eidear geat' lonmhuriochai,
Agus Deo * uisge-speith so,
* Deo, Inver, or where trater runs into the sea.
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