The book Arran; - Cook Clan

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GAELIC SONGS OF ARRAN 341
Thou didst go with King Pharaoh,
And didst sit in his parliament
That brought Israel's children
To be his abject slaves.
No wonder they were in sadness
During a great many years,
He consuming them in the clay,
And tormenting them sadly.
But when the time of deliverance came.
And a leader of the people was found,
He brought them through the Red Sea
Without hardship or danger.
But when we are consigned to the grave,
No wealth can we bring
But a shroud and coffin
Humble are those coverings.
Low we are laid
In a mean, narrow bed.
And, O World ! thou canst not raise us up
Nor protect us from danger.
Cunningly thou goest with us
To church on the Sabbath,
To contend with and trouble us
A sad companion thou art.
The wretched thoughts of the world
Do follow all mankind.
Drawing them away in foolishness
And inclining them to wickedness.
Falsehood and slander
Oft do assail us
These swiftly run
As the north wind on the heights.
When thou takest to wing
And speedest oft in thy haste