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142 Gaelic Society of Inverness.
Tlieid a thilgeil an cuil,
A fasaii dona cha'n fhiu c plang
Air mal Ijaile no dha,
(Jlacar peana scuir laimh ri b-ainu.
'San nuair thilleas e risd,
A dhaniharc a thire fein,
An deis ma niiltean chiir suas,
Gun tig sgriob aii' an tuatli mu 'n spreidli.
Gus an togar na mairt,
An deigli an ciurradli 'sa reic air feill,
Bi'dh na fiachan ag at,
Chnm am faoighneaclid ri niiiuc na dhcigli.
Tlieid Uilleam Mhartain a macli
'Se gu sraideil air each a triall,
Cha lughaid a bheachd,
Na na h-armuinn a clileachd sud ri.unli,
Cha 'n 'eil cuimhne air a chrann,
Cas-chaibe no laimh cha b' fhiach
'Se cheart oho spaideil ri diuc.
Ged bha athair I'i ruamhar riabh.
Thoir an teachdaireachd bhuani
Le deifir gu Ruairidh eg,
Agus innis dha fein,
Cuid de 'chunnard ged 'se ^lac Leoid,
E bhi 'g amharc na dheigh
Air an Iain a dh' eug 's nach l:>eo,
Ge bu shaibhir a chliu,
Cha'n fhagadh e 'n Dun gu'n cheol.
A Mhic-talla so biia,
Anns a' bhaile 'n rol^h gradh nan cliar,
Sa' n Triach Tighearnail teann,
Sa'n cridhe gu'n fheall na chliabli,
Ghabh e tlachd dheth thir fein
'S cha do chleachd e Duneich-ann rianih
Dh' fhag e 'm bonnach gun bhoarn,
'S b fhearr gun aithriseadh each a cliiall.
The next song I have heard attributed to Donald Matheson,
Esip of Attadale : —
Hu-o ho mo chailin lagliach,
'S tu mo chailin seadhach, ciuin,
Hu-o ho mo chailin laghach,
'S tu mo roghaiini, thaghaiim thu.