The book Arran; - Cook Clan

GAELIC SONGS OF ARRAN 323
Ni an seilean gu seolta a stor a chur cruinn,
A' tional a storais feadh fhrogan 'us ghlinn,
Cha dean puinnsean a shorbadh, ach deoghlaidh e 'mhil
Mar sin deanadh an t-6glach 's gach comhdhail 's an tig.
An aitim a leanas gun mhailis an t-Uan,
Troimh thiugh 'us tro' thana gu c6rsaibh na h-uaighe,
Bi' an oibribh 'g an leantuinn le toradh 'us buaidh,
'S bi' an solus a' dearrsadh 's iad a' cnamh anns an uaigh.
'Na bhaidealaibh lasrach ged rachadh an saogh'l,
'S gach caisteal 'us daighneach air am baitreadh le aol.
An aitim a naisg riut an anam 's an gaol,
Cha bhi iad sud b^ite ann an gabhadh no baogh'l.
O 'n am chaidh an reite a dheanadh le los',
Tha carbad a ghraidh ruith gach la gun aon sgios,
Ag aiseag a chairdean gu sabhailt gu Tir
Far nach bi iad 'n an traillibh fo mhal no fo chis.
Am feadh bhios mi air f^rdail am fasach an t-saoghail,
Cuir f al de do ghradh gu mo dhion o gach beum,
'Us coimhid mi tearuint'le do ghras a tha saor
O innleachdaibh Shatain, dubh namhaid nan daoin'.
The World
by john mackinnon
Thou lying and deceitful world, impious thou art
Him who is with you to-day thou suddenly forsakest
As the spokes of a cart-wheel quickly running untired.
The one uppermost now, the next moment below.
The bee with all diligence his store puts together.
Gathering his supplies 'mongst nooks and glens.
Not polluted by poison, but sucking the honey
Thus the young man does in his worldly course.
The people who follow without faltering the Lamb,
Through thick and through thin to the borders of death.
Their works follow them with reward and victory.
And their light shines, though they are crumbling in the dust.
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