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|;;:18 AN GAIDHEAL. Dara Mios au Earraich, 1873.CLARSAIR MHUILE.*Fhad s' bha Ro.iie dhomh dileas bu sbunndach'bha ini,jSIar Shamhradh blath caoimhneil gu 'mb'aoibhueach gach ni,Deas ghlciista mo chlarsach, gu gaireil,neo-throm,'S b' iad beusan mo ghraidh-sa do ghnath'bha s an f honn ;Ach a nis tha mi bronach, gun solas, gunsuund,Ma's samhradh no geamhradh 's aon amiad 's gach cuis,Tha tiugh-neul neo-chiatach ag iathadhmu'n cuairt,'S fad dilinn nan dilinn tha'n clarsair foghruaim.Measg ghleamitan a's choilltean, neoaoibhneach,gun tamh,Bi'dh mi 'suibhai gun solas, ach bronach's fo phramh,Mo chlarsach nan teud-bhuidhe gleastagu binn,Co-f hreagrach ri 'm oran mu sholas nachpiU;Ach 'ged mheall i mi 'n og-bhean, thaboichead mar 'bha,Tha smuaintean na gruaigich ga m'bhuaireadhgach la,'Se cuimhne na ribhinn a dh'f hag mi cliotrom,'Nis a'n gaol air a'bhas dh'f hag i clairsairnam fonn.Ann au trom-chadal bruadarach fuaran As slumb'ring I lay by the dark mountainnan tom,stream.Thainig m'eudail gun easlainte, ceutach My lovely young Rosie appeared in mygu 'bonn,Bha i fathasd 'n am bhruadar mar bu dualdi air tùs'S bha mo chridhe Ian sòlais 's an òighud orm dli'idreamI thought her still kind, and I ne'er wassae blestAs in fancy I clasped the dear nymph tomy breastAch bha 'n aisling neo-steidheil, grad Thou false fleeting vision too soon thoudh'èirich mi suas,Bha mo phiantan air miadach' s mi fiarasachtruagh,wert o'erThou wak'd'st me to tortures unequalledbeforeAch 's gearr gus an cairear mi tra anns anuaigh,Bi'dh an Clarsair aig tamh's bi'dh a"Chlarsach gun f huaim.Nether Lochabek.• A theagamh nach cuala cuid de ar luchdleaghaidh an sgeala a tha cocheangailte ris anOran so ; faodaidh sinn innse ga 'm bheil e airaithris gu'n rol)h an Clarsair agiis a bhean,ribliinu alainn, a folbh ua duthcha comhladh,agU3 air latha araidh thainig tide fhiadliuiclighaileoiinach orra, bha bhean gu leigeadh tliairis,air a ineileachadh leis an fhuachd. Air do 'nChlarsair bhochd a staid fhaicinn bhris e chlarsachagusrinn e teinedhithairsonabhlàthachadh.Bha iadii ''"i' t'-''''"'^'•'" ;'.']'i:i'!rt '-;o'r:d an dpigiiTHE HARPER OF MULL.When Rosie was faithfu' how happy wasI!Still gladsome as simmer the time glidedby;I played my harp cheerie while fondly IsangOf the charms of my Rosie the Avinternights langBut now I'm as waefu' as waefu' can be,Come simmer, come winter, 'tis a' ane tome,For the dark gloom of falsehood sae cloudsmy sad soulThat cheerless for aye is the Harper ofMull.I wander the glens and the wild woodsalane,In their deepest recesses I make my sadmane;My harp's mournful melody joins in thestrainWhile sadly I sing of the days that aregaue.Though Rosie is faithless, she's no the lessfair.And the thochts o' hsr beauty but feedmy despair;With painful remembrance my bosom isfullAnd weary of life is the Harper of Mull.But death's silent slumbers my pain soonshall lull,And the green grass wave over the Harperof Mull.Tannahill.sin, agus thachair marcaich riutha a tighinn airmuin eich, agus air dha an ruigsinn stad e air sonbruidhinn ris a bhoirionneach, ghabh an Clarsairair adhairt gu neo-amhurasach, ach air dha stadau uiue ghoirid agus sealtuinn as a dheigh 's anna chunnaic e am niarcaiche na dheann ruith airfiUbh agus a bhean fhein air a chùlthaobh airnuiin an eich. Ars easan 's e sealtuinn gu dubhaclideurach as an deigh, ga 'm faicinn a dol as f hiannis." Nach mise a liha gorach a dhol a mhilleadUii!o Chlp.rsaich air do s'lor;,"