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! S an dream a chunnaic Eoin diubb
A seinn an orain nuaidh,
Bha gach aon na'n oighean,
'S iad seinn air gloir an Uain ;
'S aig radh 'Cliu gu brath dha,
'S e ghras thug dhuinne buaidh ;
Is sona sinn le laithreachd.
'S air bas cha chluirm sinn luaidh.
STRI ANN AN SION.
Bithidh iomadh leangaidh comhla
A seinn air gloir an Uain,
'Nuair thionaileas gach seors' dhiubh
Air comhnard Shion suas ;
Gach aon a stri ri chairdean
Co 's airde gu dol suas,
A's co bheir barachd graidh dha
Airson a ghrais a f huair.
Bithidh leanabh o na chich ann
'S e strith ri ghuth bhi ard,
'S ag radh cliu gun chrich dhuit
Thug mise tir 'san ait-s' ;
'S sgeadaich mi le firinnteachd
Le slainnte a's sith tre ghras,
'S cha deach mo chlaoidh le ni, dhet
Na trioblaidean f huair each.
Their oganach measg chaich ann
Gu h-ard le moladh mor,
Is mise an coruhar araidh
Air gras 'nuair tha mi beo ;
Bu leanabh do na bhas mi
Bha 'g aichcadh Righ na gloir

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