Ossian Collection > Waifs and strays of Celtic tradition > Volume 4

End of the Fdinne.
Black-cock and roebuck.
When you go up the frowning height,
With your gun and dog,
You close the eye
And bend the knee,
The deer son is then without cheer,
Losing its blood on the dew.
I gave my affection — why deny it .'' —
To the hunter of the red deer hind,
Otter, and thick-lipped seal.''
"Ho ri hug o
Thug mi' cion, de f^th ?
O haoriri horuinn ho r6 hug 6
Tomhais sibh-se co dha ?
Do Mhac Raibeart an ceard
Cha 'n e 'n ceard a ni 'n sph.in
No dh' fhiaclaicheas ckrd ;
Ach ceard a dheanadh nan arm,
Leis an cinneadh an t-sealg
Coileach dubh is boc-earb
Nuair dhireadh tu 'n stuc,
Le d' ghunna 's le d' chii,
Chaogadh tu 'n t-siiil,
Is Kibadh tu 'n glim,
Mac an fhdidh bhiodh gun sunnd
Call faP air an druchd.
Thug mi 'n cion, c'uim an ceil mi ?
Do shealgair na h-eilid.
An dobhrain duinn 's an roin mheillich.