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O! nigheana gaolach,
'S ann na.aoduins' bha gliloir;
'S e dh'fhag sibhse gun speis da,
Nach bu leir dbuibh fo n' cUeoc;
'N uair a ghabh e 'nar naduir,
Thug Slid sgail air a gliloii-;
Ach chunnaic mis' e na bu sgiamhaich,
No ghrian troimh na neoil.
Chunnaic sibbs' e gu taii'eal,
S e dol gu tamh anns an Uaigh;
Ach chunnaic mis' e ag eiridh,
' S ann aig' fein bha bhuaidh;
Chunnaic mis' e gu gloirmhor,
Air na neoil a dol suas ;
' S ann air deas-laimh na morachd,
A tha e chomhnuidh gu buan.
'S maisich e na clann-daoine,
Ann an naomhachd gu mor;
' S ann dha tha ainglean ag aoradh,
' S lion e 'n saoghal le ghloir ;
Fhuair mi beath' agus sithchaint,
Ann am firinn a bheoil;
'S e mo ghradhsa Rich Shion,
'S tha 'n t-slat rioghal no dhorn,
Mus an d'fhag e 'n tir so,
Bha e firinneach leam;
'S fhuair mi chombairlean dilis,
' S iomadh ni thuirt e ruim ;
Fhuair mi gheallana priseal,
Na'm bithinn dileas gach am ;
'S tha mo dochas as fhirinn,
Is e mo Righ e, 's mo cheann.
Thuirt e rium, tha thu 'n saoghail,
A bhitheas ri caochladh gach uair;
Feuch nach mcall iad do ghaoU uam,
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