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'S e dhannsadh gu h-uallach,
Aotrom, abhcaideach, guanach,
Gun sealltuinn air truaiU'eachd,
Ach uaisl' agus meas.
Nam H AID.
'S mairg a dheanadh an t-òran,
'S nach deanadh air choir e ;
Gun bhi moladh an dò-fhir,
Bha na rògaire trie.
Fear a sheargadh an conach,*
Thionndadh mionach nan sporan
Dh' fhagadh leanaban an aimbeairt,
Ann an carraid 's an drip.
An struidhear diomhain,
Tha gu brosgulach breugach ;
Fear crosda mi-chiallach,
Gun riaghailt gun mheas.
Call mor air bheag buinig
Ann a' solas ro dhiombuan ;
'S e fear stòrais is urrainn
A bhi 'n cumantas ris.
Caraid.
Mhic-an-Toisich Mhic-bracha,
Fhir còmhraig nan gaisgeach,
Excessive riches, sug-g-esting- the miser's mad hist for gold-
ignaz'a fames auri.

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