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THE DEAN OF LISMORE.
The author of this is John M'MuiTÌch.i
Sad to me's my fate,
Though men don't imderstand,
Suffer not, Son of God,
Me to have pain to-day.
Little thought the school
That such should be my fate,
The fate which me o'ertook,
'Tis it has me destroyed.
The pain in it I have,
Is threefold what I've felt.
The trouble I have found
Is weighted with a stone.
For her who caused my grief.
My wrath and rage are great.
Her skin like froth of waves.
Ruddy and soft her hand.
Her lips like berries red.
My soul she gently seized.
Since I slept last night,
Sad indeed my state.
I thought she was beside nie.
That I saw her smile.
She 's not been since the day.
When began my grief
She of curling locks.
And colour richly red.
Five jewels in a knot,
In the maiden's name.
1 This John M'Muirich, or M'Viirrich, eight generations by Laclilan, who lived
was in all likelihood a member of the in 1800, in his declaration, as given in
family who were so long bards to Clan- the Report of the Highland Society on
ranald, and who derived their name from Ossian, but it does not embrace this
their great ancestor in the thirteenth John. The piece is chiefly interesting
century, Muireach Albanach. A list of from the historical references at the
the names of these bards is given for close.