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Is toigh leam ’n an deis’ iad o’m mullacli g'u'm boiin,
Am breacan, an t-osan,au sporan ’s am baim;
Is toigb learn iad s^eadaieht’ an eideadh an lir,
Ach ’s suarach an deise seacli seasmhachd an cridh".
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Sheas iad an duthaieh’s ^aeh euis agms eas,
Duais-bhrathaidh cha ^habhadh ged chuirt’ iad gfu has;
S ged sharaieht’an spiorad’s ged leagte an ceann,
Blia ’n cridhe cho daingeann ri carraig- nam beann.
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Is toigh learn na h-igh’nagan ’s b’ ainneamh an t-am
Naeh bithinn ’n an cuideachd *n uair gheobhainn bhi ann
’s na’m faighinn-se te dhiubh a duthaieh mo ehridhi
Gu’n siubhlainn-se leatha gu ioiuall gaeh tir.
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Is toigh learn a’ Ghaidhlig, a bardaehd ’s a ceoi.
Is trie thog i nios sinn ’n uair bhiodhmaid f‘o leon,
S i dh’ionnsaieh sinn tra’ ann an laithean ar n-oig?
S nach fag sinn gu brath gus an laidh sinn fo'u fhoid.
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Nis tha duthaieh ar gaoil dol fo chaoirieh’s fo fheidh,
Sinn ga’r fuadaeh thar saile mar bharriach gun fheum;
Ach thigeadh an eruaidh-ehas, ’s co sheasas an stoirm?
o, co ach na balaich le ’m boineidean tform!
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Canar an gaisge ’s an domhan mu’n cuairt.
Air sgiathaibh na gaoithean ga sgaoileadh thar chuan,
As fhad’ ’s a bhios rioghachd na seasamh air fonn,
Bi'dh cuimhne gu dilinn air euehdan nan sonn.
A brave Highland boy. when light-looted he goes.
With plaid, and with kilt, dirk, sporan, and hose;
O, who will compare with my Highlander then.
When he comes fresh and fair like a breeze from the ben!
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When foemen were banded to spoil and annoy.
Who then fronted death like mv brave Highl and boy?
For his cause and his country, in battle’s rude shock.
When kingdoms were reeling, he stood like a rock.
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And the dear Highland lasses, bad luck to the day.
When I look in their faces and wish them away;
111 cross the wide seas to their far coral isles.
With Mary to brighten the road with her smiles.
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And the songs ot the Gael on their pinions of fire,
How oft have they lifted my heart from the mire;
On the lap of my mother I lisped them to God;
Let them float round my grave, when I sleep ’neath the sod.
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But now with mere sheep they have peopled the brae.
And flung the brave clansmen like rubbish away.
But should foes we have vanquished the struggle renew,
rhey’ll sigh for the boys with the bonnets of blue!
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W^here the Fast and the West by broad billows are bounded
The Gael shall be known and his fame shall be sounded;
While thro nes shall have honour, and rig'ht shall prevail,
Loud ages shall echo the praise ol the Gael.
IS TOIC'H LEAM .