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Blìiodh gach truaghan gun dìth air,
Mu 'n cuairt air na suinn ud,
Cha sealladh iad ìosal,
Bha 'n inntinn robh stàtail.
I )ia '.stiùireadh 'ur gnothuich,
Air gach taobh agus romhaibh,
A null air chuan domhain,
Is coimhiche gàire,
l'hugaibh eòlas 'us earail,
Do 'n ghaoith a bhi tairis,
Gus an giùlain i thairis,
'Ur mnathan 's 'ur pàisdean.
Biodh an fhairge le mothar,
Toirt an spid as an reothart,
Biodh N'eptnne 'ga clobhadh,
Gun torn has ro àrd orr' ;
Gus an ruig sibh am fearann,
Gun eagal a ghabhail,
Dol air tìr mar is maith leibh,
Ann an calaichean sàbhailt'.
O ! triallaibh nis fheara
Gu dùthaich gun ghainne,
Cuiribh cìil ris an fhearann,
'Chaidh thairis am màl oirbh,
Ciu dùthaich na meala,
Gu dùthaich a' iihainne,

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