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162 DUGRALL CANNANACH.
Ge d* robli milteaii dol thairis,
Cha dean ail ann sa chausair.
Faic seasain na bliadhna,
'S dean ciall uath' a tharuing :
*S ma 's aill leat gu *m buain thu,
Dean ruamhar' san earrach ;
Dean connadh san t-samhradh
Ni sag- heamhradh do gharadh ;
'S ma dliibreas tu 'n seasan,
Dhuit is eiginn bhi falamh.
'S mur cuir thu siol fallain
An earrach na h-oige,
Co chinnteach 's am bas duit,
Cuiridh Satan droch phor ann.
A dh'fhasas na dhubhailc,
'S na luibheanna feola ;
'S bidh do bhuain mar a chuir thu,
Ma 's subhailc do dobheairt.
Ma bhios t-oige gun riaghladli,
'S t-anamianna gun taod riu,
Gu 'm fas iad co tìadhaich,
'S nach srian thu ri t-aois iad :
Am meangan nach sniomh thu,
Cha spion thu na clu'aoibh e ;
Mar shineas e gheugan,
Bidh fhreumhan a sgaoileadh.
Tha do bheatha neo-chinnteach
On tinn a bheir bas ort,
IJime sin bi ri dithchioll
Do shith deauamh trathail :

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