The Highland monthly - National Library of Scotland

574 ^^^^ Highland Monthly.
'S fuil rioghail nan Stiubhart,
Ruith an duthchas 's a' chraoibh.
Ged a theid mi do 'n leabaidh,
Cha n' eil mo chadal ann buan ;
Fad na h-oidhche gu maduinn,
Tha do chagar 'nam chluais.
Bidh mi bronach a' dusgadh,
'S e mo dhiubhail ri luaidh ;
Nach cluinn mi do ghaire,
Mar a b' abhuist gun ghruaim.
Cha-n ioghnadh mar tha mi,
Chaidh mo ghradh chuir fo 'n fhoid
Mas gann a fhuair mi air laimh i,
Rinn i m' fhagail fo leon.
Ach ged 'dhealaich am bas sinn,
Tha nar Slanuighear beo ;
'S tha mi 'n duil ann an am math,
Gu-n cuir thu failt orm an gloir.
Somewhat to relieve the sombre elegiac tone of an
article too appropriate to this season of the declining year,
I shall conclude with a gay and gallant lilt, whose buoyant
measures, I first heard sung under circumstances which
always continue to give it very pleasing associations in my
mind.
A ri li o, ci h-orannan,
A ri horo, mo Cheiteag !
A ri li o, ci h-orannan.
Latha dhomh bhi sraid-imeachd,
'S mi mach am braigh Dhuin-Eidinn ;
Thachair orm na saighdearan,
A dh' fhaighneachd mi 's a' Bheurla.
A ri li o, &c.
Thachair orm. &c.,
'S gun thu'irt mi riu 's a' Ghailig,
Co dh' araich luchd an fheile?
A ri li o, &c.
'S ann thu'irt iad gur i 'Ghaidhealtachd,
An t-ait a b' fhearr fo 'n ghreine.
'S gun d' thug iad a 'n tigh-osda mi.
An t-or gun d' ghlac mi fhein ann.
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