The book Arran; - Cook Clan

GAELIC SONGS OF ARRAN 331
When I got to Big Flora, good woman, she quaffed
My health in a bumper, and gave me a draught,
Said, ' In to the taproom and drink once again,
'Tis your sort made my roof so long proof to the rain.'
My fair-haired boy.
So I gladly sat down in the room I loved well,
Caught the cord by the wall, softly tinkled the bell.
Then the girl at my call quickly came to the door,
And I got of good liquor what filled me—and more.
From the fair maid, my boy.
In the morning I woke to my heart's fast career,
With raw-feeling throat and eyes dropping the tear,
My breast like a furnace all glowing with fire.
And my lips fast ejecting my ' bosom's desire.'
My fair-haired boy.
Och I My
curse on the drink that has darkened my way.
And blinded mine eyes till I 've oft gone astray.
Often laid in the ditch those who shared in my revels.
To wallow in vomit and talk with blue devils.
My fair-haired boy.
A' Bhanais Ainmeil
'Se Seocan agus Se6naid
A rinn a' bhanais ainmeil,
'S mur e 'n aois a dh'fhag iad gorach,
Cha 'n e 'n oige dh'fhag iad meanmnach.
'S ann suas am Baile-meadhonach
Bha brataichean nach b'ainmig,
'S mur bitheadh daorsa 'n fhudair
Chuir Uisdean Muillear deann riuth'.
Bha 'n d^ chuid plob 'us fiodhuU leo,
'S cha robh an dibhe gann ac',
Bha Iain Glic 's a bhiodag aig'
A' mireag 'us a' damhsadh.