The book Arran; - Cook Clan

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340 THE BOOK OF ARRAN
'S am fear a rinn an t-6ran so,
Mur d' rinn e mar bu choir dha,
Na deanaibh culaidh-spors dheth,
'S ann is coir dhuibh a chuideachadh.
To THE World
A SONG BY riNLAY KERR, ARRAN
WORLD ! thou art dangerous
For man to make a friend of thee.
Thy face is so flattering
That thou drawest all towards thee.
Thou art cunning and changeable,
Like thou art unto the wind,
Whichever way thou inclinest
Magic is in thy company.
Thou art respected and pleasant
In the eyes of hundreds.
And many a thousand pang
To those who go in search of thee.
Oft dost thou come to meet me
Early on Sabbath
Ere I got in order
To hold converse with thee.
No means can be found
With which to overcome thee.
But the sword of faith always
With its edge kept towards thee.
Thou didst go with the gentry,
Aiid didst sit upon their shoulders
That brought distress
On the people generally.
Thou didst enter into the heart of Demas
So that the Apostle Paul he might forsake,
And having but little wisdom
He yielded to thee wholly.
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