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122 Gaelic Society of Inuerness.
Excuse this digression, and pray have patience with me 'vhile I
recite
MORT NA CEAPAICH
'S tearc an diugh mo chuis ghaire,
Tigh'n na raidean so 'niar ;
'G amhai'c fonu Inbhir-laire,
'X deigh a strachdadh le siol
Ge d' tha Cheapach na fasaich,
Gun aon aird' oirre 's fhiach :
Gu'm faice' Dia, bhraithrean,
Gur trom a bharc oirnn an t-sian.
'S fad bhios cuimlm' air an Aoine,
Dh-fhag a chaoidh sinn fo sprochd ;
Ann an am na Feill-Micheil,
Cha bu ni chall air phlod
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Ach bhi'n diugh na'r cuis-bhuird
Mar mliial-bhiiii-n air gach loch ;
Nuair theid gach cinneadh a dh'aon taobh
Bidh sinne sgaoilte mu' n chnoc.
'S ann Di-sathurna gearra-bhuam,
Bhuail an tearachall orm goirt;
'S mi fos cionn nan corp geala,
Bha 'sileadh fala fo' n bhrat
Bha mo lamhansa craobh-dhearg,
An deigh bhi 'taomadh nan lot
'Se bhur cur ann sa chiste,
Turn is miste mo thoii-t.
B'iad mo ghaol na cuirp chul-bhuidhe,
Anns 'm bu dluth cuir na'n sgian :
'S lad na'n sineadh air urlar,
An seomar ur dha'n cur sios;
Fo chasan Shiol Dugliaill,
Luchd a spuilleadh nan cliar:
Dh'fliag aladh am biodag,
Mar sgaile ruidil 'ur bian.
Tha sibh 'n cadal-thigh duinte,
'Se gun smuid deth, gun cheo ;
Far an d'fhuair sibh 'n garbh rusgadh,
Thaobh 'ur cuil a's 'ur beoil