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SPIORADAIL. 115
Air son eu'n chuir iad suarrach
An trlJan le uile ghloir.
Ach sona' 'n dream a dhf hag iad,
' S a theicti gu Pharas De ;
Cha 'n f haie iad neach toirt tair dha,
No bristeadl^ aitheantean fein,
Se e th' ann an dream a bhuadhaich,
' S a lean an t- Uan 's gach ceum,
A's thiormaieh e bho 'n uair sin,
O 'n gruaidh na h-uile deur.
Cha bhi 'n dream f huair gras
Deanamh tair air aon a cheil',
Cha bhi roinn, no pairtidh ann,
No neach gun ghradh d'a cheil',
Tha seachranaidli na fasaich
Air f hagail as an deigh ;
A's cha bhi Pol na Barnabas
A sarach' aon a cheil'.
Sibhse rinn ar fagail,
'S a chuir am bas 'nar deigb,
Cha'n eagal leibh gu brath nis
Gu'n caill sibh i'abhair Dhe ;
Chabhi buaireadh Shatan,
No failinn annaibh fein,
A's cha dthig Righ nan uamhas
N ar smuaintibh feadh gacb re.
Fhuair sibh crun a's oighreachd,
'S tha 'r n-aoibhneas pailt gu leoir,
' S gu cinnteach tha sibh saibhir,
Mar oighreachan na gloir ;
Tha ghrian an conaidh soillseach,
' S cha dthig an oidhch' 'nar coir,
Se 'n t-Uan ar caraid gradhach,
'S le bth'reachd bithidh sibh beo,
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