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Chaill e na bh' aige do chàirdean,
'S tha 'nàimhdean air cinntinn lionar.
Ge b' fhad' a theich e air astar,
Chaidh a ghlacadh, 's tha e ciosnaicht' ;
Chàraich iad e fo na glasan,
\S tha 'n iuchair taisgt' aig maor a' phfiosain.
Tha e 'nis' an kite cumhann,
'S e 'n a chrùban, dubhach, deurach,
A chas daingeann ann an iarunn,
G' a phianadh, 'us e 'n a èigin.
B' f hasa dha 'bhi anns an fhiabhras
Na 'n iargain a tha 'n a chreubhaig ;
'S e 'n sin o cheann còrr 'us bliadhna,
A h-uile latha 'g iarraidh rèite.
Ach, na'm faigheadh tusa reite
An èirig na rinn thu 'sheanachas,
B'aobhar-misnich do gach bèist e
Gu'm faodadh iad fèin do leanmhainn ;
Fear gun seadh, gun lagh, gun reusan,
'S ann san eucoir a ta t' earbsa ;
Theann thu mach o achd na clèire,
'S thug thu bòid nach èisd thu searmoin !
Thug thu di-meas air an Eaglais,
Air a' chreidimh, 's air na h-àintean,
Chuir thu breugan air an Trianaid
'8 air na h-iarrtasan a dh' f hàg iad :
enmity against him ; and therefore the satire wants that wit and
poignancy that distinguish his satires on those who gave him
personal offence. This is rather a national quarrel, and composed
more to please his countrymen than to gratify his own spleen.
It was printed privately, but not inserted in any editjori of hjs
poems published during his own lifetime,.

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