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Old Gaelic Songs. 157
'Nuair chaidli mi air 'n t'saothair \u\,
Gun thacliair tir Cliill-FIiaolain riuiii,
'8 gun d' ol sinu botul taosgach,
Ged' robh c daor sail Toiseaclid.
B'iad Slid an comiinn faoiltoacliail,
Cha d' cliiiir iad suil am priobairijaclid,
13ha pailteas bidh is diblie aca.
Deadh fhidhlcir agus orain.
Dol seachad 'm beul an anrauich dhomh,
Gun thacliair fearaibh Shalachaidli rium,
'S ann dhoiiihsa fein a dhearbh iad,
Nach robh an t-airgiod gaiin na'm pocaid.
Gun chuir iad sgioba is bata learn,
Gu m' fhaicinn dJiachaidh sabhailte,
'S gun d 'ol sinn ' nuair rainig siiin,
Deoch slaint na bha guu phosadh.
Janet Macrae, the subject of the above Luinneag was con-
sidered a great beauty ; but as she proved herself to be so proficient
in rejecting the hand of some of the finest, handsomest, and
best situated gentlemen in tlie surrounding districts, a local poet
apostrophised her as follows:
Mo nigliean bhuidhe bhoidheach,
A phosadh a h-uile fear
Tha coignear dlia d' iarraidh,
Fad bliadhna dhaoin' urramach,
Tha triur dhiubh sin posda,
'S tha Seonaid gun duin' aice.
Miss Janet, however, did not choose to remain long on the
spinster list, and when she made her selection, the neighbours used
to say, after William Ross :
Ma fhuair thu do roghainn,
Do dh-fhearaibh an domhain gu leir ;
Tha fios aig na h-eolaich
Mar bhuilich thu deonach do speis, (kc.
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This Luinneag is the composition of William Macbean, a
native of Kingussie. He was one of about three hundred passengers
on board the "St George", which sailed from Oban in 1838.
After five months at sea, they arrived safely at their destination
Sydney, New South Wales. As the most of the passengers were
from the Highlands, song and story were in requisition. I heard
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