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126 Gaelic Society of Inverness.
Gne Thurcach gun bhaigh siim
Ach nach d' aicheidh sinn Criosd;
Fagaidh inuir air an traigh sinn
Mar chulaidh-bhaite gun dion.
Ach, a Mhorair Chlann Oonuill,
'S fad' thu chomhnuidh lueasg Ghall
Dh'fhag thu sinne ann am breislicli
Nach do fhreasdail tin; 'n t-am ;
Oha mhodha ghleidh thu na gibhtean
A chaidh gun fhios dhut air chall
Tha sinn corrach as t'aogais
Mar chohxinn sgaoilte gun cheann.
'S iomadh oganach treubhach
A shiubhladh reidh is glaic chrom
Eadar ceann Drochaid Eiridh
'S Rudlia Shleite nan tonn
Leis' 'm bu mhiann bhi diol t'ririg
Na' n robh do chreubhag Ian tholl,
A thoirt do dhalta a eiginn,
A dheadh Shir Seuinas nan h^ng.
A Mhic Mhoire, 'sa Chriosda
Dh-fliuiling pian nan coig creuclid,
Faic mar thoill iad an diteadh
'Gach aon ti bha mu d'eug.
Ma l)ha toradh san dealas
Gu cur do rioghachd an leud,
Gaoir na fola tha dhith orni
Gu ruige sith Fhithais Dhe.
This is a song in which the author, Donald Matheson, Esq.
of Attadale, tenders advice in plain but polite language to all
woman-kind. The song was published by Eoin Gillies in his col-
lection of Gaelic Songs, printed at Perth in 178G. I believe this
book is now scarce. That is not my reason, llowe^•er, for offering
you the song at present, but because this, my ^•ersion, has a few
more stanzas than Gillies' copy of it.
Na'm bu teagasgach mi air an trend
D' an goirear gu leir na mnai,
Cha b' aclnnhasan bheirinn gu geur
'S clia chuirinn droch-bheus os aird.
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