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SriOEADATI,. VIS
'S matli dlioibh ais gun dfhuair iad
Co luath dol as an fheoil,
' S a dhol a stigh do'n t-shuaimhneas,
Far nach bi luaidb air bron;
Bidh iad gun smal gun truaill'eachd,
Ma 'n cuairt do'n Chathair mhor;
' S bidh h-uile neach thug buaidh ann,
' S an t- Uan 'na uile ghloir.
Cha toir corp a pheacaidh
Air seacliran iad ni's mo,
' S cha bhi iad mar a chleachd iad,
A' gleachdadh ris an fheoil;
A's saigh'dean teinnteach Shatan
Gu brath cha tig 'nan coir;
' S cha'n fhaigh mi-chreidimh ait' ann,
Le lath'rachd Righ na gloir.
Nan smuaintean olc a's diomhain,
Bha riamh 'g an cuir fo leon,
' S na h-aignidhean mi-rianail
Nach striochdadh dha na choir;
Gach latha bochd a's cianail,
Le 'n grian bhi dol 's na neoil,
Theich sud mar sgail na h-oidhche,
A's shoUlsich orr' an lo.
Cha ghearan an luchd-aitich',
Air tinn, no bas, no truaigh';
Tha craobh na beatha fas,
Ann a meadhon Pharais shuas;
'S tha 'duiUeagan co aliiinn,
'S gu'n slanuich iad an sluagh,
'S tha toradh feadh gach la oirr',
' S fo sgail tha sonas buan.
'S trie bha iad laisd' le solas,
An gleann nan deoir so fein,
Ach 's trie a thigeadh neoil air.

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