The book Arran; - Cook Clan

330 THE BOOK OF ARRAN
'S a mhaduinn 'niiair dhuisg mi, bu shiubhlach mo chridhe,
Mo mhuineal air riisgadh, 'us mo shiiilean a' sileadh,
Mo bhrii mar an fhWrneis le ubraid na dibhe
'S mo bhilean a' taomadh 'mach faoileachd mo chridhe.
Mo ghille donn 6g.
Och ! mo mhollachd le diirachd air tighdar na dibhe,
'S trie a dhWn e mo shuilean 's a dhiiblaich e'n t-slighe,
'S a dh'fh^g e mo sheorsa a' pogadh na dige,
'Nan laighe 'nan orraisg 's an comhradh ri spioraid.
Mo ghille donn 6g.
Song on Drinking
Composed by John Currie, an Gobha Beag ; translated by James Craig.
Last Monday in footgear tattered and old,
I steered for the village half singed by the cold.
Where talking of women with their glass by the fire,
I met with a friend and a fellow Macbriar.
Hard drinking, my boy.
So to warm me I sat then with little delay.
Since fortune had sent me for once in their way.
Each gave me a flagon which banished and beat
The care from my heart and the cold from my feet.
My fair-haired boy.
But the landlord began then to talk of the way
My kind drank his liquor but never would pay,
How my credit was lower than credit e'er stood,
So I sheered off for Shedag as hard as I could.
My fair-haired boy.
I could leap then so lightly and race on the green,
With such dust from my heels that my back was not seen,
Had I but three glasses I 'd manage my way
To the snug little shelter where often I lay.
My fair-haired boy.