The book Arran; - Cook Clan

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334 THE BOOK OF ARRAN
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Cha 'n ioghnadh mi liathadh,
'Us mo chiabhan bhi glas,
Gur e 's ceol agus biadh dhomh
Bhi 'n aite diomhair gun neach
'S a bhi tathaich anns an ait
Am bheil do ch^m 'us do leac
B'e an solas am bas learn,
'S bhi sinte laimh riut gun stad.
Gur trie mi dol thairis
Gu Sannaig ud thall.
Far an d'fhuair mi mo leannan.
Bean a b'fharasda cainnt
Bu mhath a leughadh tu 'm Biobull
'S a sgriobhadh le peann
Sgeula duilich 's thu sinte,
Far^ nach tinn leat do cheann.
Elegy to his Wife
by john kerr, arran
When I went as was my custom
To view the cattle grazings on the hill,
It was nought but a wilderness
Without order or cheer
The walls levelled to the ground,
And the green spots a waste.
My heart sank so low
Neither harp nor tune can I raise.
There is no place where I
And my love traversed the glen,
But I 'd earnestly look
For a sight of thee there
But to me 'twas as fruitless
As the snowdrift on the hill.
For there thou art lying
Whence all the race shall arise.
' Where thy head suffers no pain.