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Chuìr an tir so 'n duileachd mi,
'Nuaìr chunnaic iad mur bhà ;
Bha gach neach ga choisrigeadh,
Roimh 'n dos a bha f 'a barr ;
Bha sgonn do mhaide seilich innt;
Bu gheinneanta rinn fàs ;
Thug an saor neo chronail aisd,
Crois do loinid bhàin.
Chuir Mac lonmhuinn bairhnn,
An trath so mach sa 'n tir,
Chuir e na seachd barranntais,
Gu Donnacha Mac a Phì ;
Gabhail gu caol Arcaig leo,
Mu 'n ghabh i tamh sa 'n tir,
'Sa muinntir fein thoirt coinne dh' i,
'S gur soilleir i do m' dhith.
Cha 'n ion-mholaidh ghrabhata sin,
Thug thu steach thair chaol,
An t-arm a bha gun choisrigeadh,
'Sa b' olc leom air mo thaobh ;
'S mairg sliasaid air am facas i,
'S i bhiodag phaiteach mhaol ;
B' iomlaideach air bhordaibh i,
Sgian dubh a sgornàin chaoil.
B' i sud an t-arm gun choisrigeadh,
'Sa b' olc leom air mo chha'ich,
'S ruagh-mheiig uile 's coltas d' i,
Fo dhos do dh' fhionnadh Uath,
Bha maide reamhar geinneach innt*
'S car na li-amhuich fìar
Cha ghearradh i sgiath cuileige,
Le buiUe no le sgrìob.

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