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752<br />

<strong>The</strong> Ui^-hland Monthly.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re are in Kilmuir several lively Strathspey tunes on a<br />

peculiar musical mode, some <strong>of</strong> which ^were composed by<br />

the subject <strong>of</strong> Macnab's lament, and others by a young<br />

woman who was dairymaid in the Duntulm family, and to<br />

whom young Martin formed a romantic attachment which<br />

terminated only with his death. <strong>The</strong>se tunes, I think, have<br />

not hitherto been published. <strong>The</strong>y are known here as<br />

" Puirt Beathaig " (Beathag was the dairymaid's name) ;<br />

and our local fiddlers always raise the third and fourth<br />

strings <strong>of</strong> the fiddle a whole tone before commencing to<br />

play them. I am sorry I cannot take down music else I<br />

would " fix " them and send them to some competent<br />

authority to see if they are really original."<br />

Neil Macnab was born at Bayhead, Waternish, about<br />

1740. When he grew up he entered the service <strong>of</strong> Fear-a-<br />

Bhaighe, and became his manager. Master and man, how-<br />

ever, quarrelled about a woman, and Macnab left that part<br />

<strong>of</strong> the country altogether, and went to Kilmuir, a part <strong>of</strong><br />

Macdonald's estates. When Macnab was leaving his native<br />

place, or rather shortly after arriving at Kilmuir, he com-<br />

posed a song, still popular in Skye, and <strong>of</strong> which the follow-<br />

ing is one verse and the chorus :<br />

—<br />

Mo chridhe trom 's duilich leam<br />

'S muladach a tha mi<br />

Bho 'n chuir mo leannan culthaobh rium<br />

Te ur cha teid na h-aite.<br />

Marbhphaisg air a ghoraiche,<br />

Gur fhada beo gun bhas i ;<br />

Gun shaoileam rinn mi teicheadh bhuaith<br />

Nuair ghabh mi m' chead 'sa Bhagh dhith.<br />

Mo chridhe, &c., &c.<br />

With all his goraiclie he seems to have fallen on his feet in<br />

Kilmuir, for shortly after his arri\al there, he was befriended<br />

by Martin Martin, chamberlain <strong>of</strong> the ne\\ly created Lord<br />

Macdonald. He enjoyed Martin's patronage, till the death<br />

<strong>of</strong> the latter, in the prime <strong>of</strong> life, plunged the whole country-<br />

side into mourning, and called forth from Macnab the

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