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Bha lurga coin air son gaothair’
A’d chraos farsuinn,
’S culaidh sin a tbogail plaigh’
’S an cnaimh air malcadh;
Rinn e t’anail salach, breun,
Ma thdid neach fo’n ghr&n an taic riut,
’S fhearr bhi eadar thu ’sa’ ghaoth,
Na seasamh air taobh an fhasgath.
Cia mar a ni Uisdean bg dhuibh
Cebl gu dkmhsa,
’Nuair a chitheadh tu sruth ronn
O’n h-uile toll a bh’ air an t-seannsair:
’Sgeul tha fior a dh’innseas raise,
Gur h-e dh’fhkg e ’nis’ cho manntacb,
Gu’n tug iad dheth leis an t-siosar
Barr na teanga.
Seididh Uisdean plob an ronngain,
’S mbr a h-antlachd,
Bithidh i coltach ri gaoir chonnsbeach
A’ bhiodh an cnoc fraoich a’ dranndail;
An Circe-poll laimb ri Tonga,
A’ baigearachd air muinntir bainnse,
Fhuair raise plobair’ an riimpuill,
’S dh’fhkg mi ann e !
AOIE IAIN FHAOCHAIG.*
air fonn.—“ Alasdair a Gleanna-Garadh."
Iain Faochaig ann an Sasunn,
’S mbr a mhasladh ’us a mh\-chlivi,
* This satire on John Wilkes was composed in 1768, during his
imprisonment in the King’s Bench prison. As Wilkes was the
enemy of Scotland and the Scots, the poet could ha re no personal

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