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tnoRADAIL. 63
D'a tlioil, mar f huair iad eolas air,
Mar ordugh, no mar aithn'.
Ach so an ni a dh'orduicli e,
' Sa slieol e dhoibli bhi gluas'd,
Gu'm biodh iad caoimhiieil, teo-chridheach,
' Sa cumail beo nan uain;
' S na nithibh air an d'rainig iad,
Bhi lamh air lamh dol suas,
' S gu 'm foillsicheadh an t' Ard Righ,
Gach pairt dheth thoil d'a shluagh.
Ach 's truagh an spiorad-pairtidh sin,
A f huair san al tighinn beo,
Tha fuarach gradh nara braithrean sin,
Bu choir bhi'n cairdeas mor,
B'e sud toil-inntinn shataii,
A chairdean bhi 'sa cheo.
Mu thimchioll co an aireamh.
Thug gradh do Righ na Gloir.
Is luath a thoisich beagan deth,
'S na deisciobluibh 's an Eoin,
Ach chronuich am Fear-saoraidh iad,
' S cha'n f heudadh sud bhi beo ;
'Sa's trie 'chaidh sud a leughadh dhoibh,
O bheul an Abstoil Phol,
" Gu'm biodh iad a' giulan caomhncil
" Le oighrcachan na gloir."
Is e so a deir an f hirimi,
'S tha e sgriobht' an iomadh ait',
" Na tugaibh breith 's na ditidh iad,
" S' na tilgidh sios le tair,
" S na bacaibh dhoibh bhi dilis,
" Anns 'ni thuig iad mar aithn',
" Ma's ami dheth 'n aireamh phriseal iad,
" A cheauimich los' le bhas."

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