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An claidheamh dubhair an robh an t-aimhleas
Gun chrios, gun chrambait, gun duille,
Gun roinn, gun f haobhar, gun cheann-bheart,
’S mairg a tharladh leis an cunnart.
Thug mi leam an claidheamh bearnach,
’S b’olc an asuinn e sa’ chabhaig,
Bhi ga ghiulan air mo shliasaid,
’S mairg mi riamh a thug o’n bhail’ e :
Cha toir e stobadh na shthadh,
’S cha robh e Ikidir gu gearradh ;
Gu’m b’e diubhadh a bhuill airm e,
’S e air meirgeadh air an fharadh.
Chruinnich uaislean Earraghaidheal,
Armailt Ikidir do mhilisi,
’S chaidh iad mu choinneamh Phrionns’ Tearlach.
’S dhil aca r’a chhmp a bhristeadh ;
’S ioma fear a bh’ ami san hit ud
Nach robh shbhailt mar bha mise,
A’mheud sa dh’fhhg sinn ann san hraich,
Latha bhhr na h-Eaglais’-brice.
ORAN EILE DO BHLAR NA H-EAGLAISE-BRICE.*
Air an fhonn cheudna.
Ged a tha mi ’n so am chrilban,
Ann an seann tigh udlaidh, uaigneach ;
Bha mi roimhe mar ri cuideachd,
Ged a thuit dhaibh mo chuir uapa:
* This Son^ was excluded bv the Author from three
editions of his work printed for himself, because it was a
Jacobite niece, and offensive to the Campbells, who always
w ere his best patrons. It is here inserted for the first time, at
the solicitation of many of the Bard’s admirers. It is generally

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