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Unknown Lochaber Bards. 213
Hi, ha, ho, mo leanabli
'Muic 'us Caoii^uieh, Craoibh 'us Caillicli,
Hi, ha, ho, mo leanabh
'S Murlagan clubh granncla, greannach.
Hi, ha, ho, mo leanabli
'S boidheach d' aodann 's caoin loam d' anail,
Hi, ha no, mo loanabh—
Socrach ciiiin a ruin do chadal.
The follo\vang is a quaint conceit, and is said to bo very old.
Whito-robed Ben-Nevis is described as a bride going to bo married
to some grey-headed giant ben ot " Morar," and when she would
go back her white gown the " Lochy " would be swollen, and the
" Lundy" nmning high in pride, and the " Colonel " would have
an abundance of brown ale.
Beinn Nibheis am bliadhna brath dol a phosadh,
Eite beag o ho ro, Eite beag o,
Ri fear a' chinn leith a tha thall ann am INIorar,
Eite beag o ho ro, Eite beag o,
Eite beag o ho ro, hi ri am bo ho o ro,
Eite beag o ho ro, Eite beag o.
Le 'guntaichean geala 's a ceann-aodach boidheach,
Eite beag o ho ro, Eite beag o,
'Sa neapaigin sioda gu riomhach an ordugh
Eite beag o ho ro, Eite beag o,
Eite beag o ho ro, hi ri am bo ho o ro,
Eite beag o ho ro, Eite beag o.
'S 'n uair theid i ga nigheadh bidh ligh' ann an Lochaidh,
Eite beag o ho ro, Eite beag o,
'S 'n uair theid i ga h-ionnlaid bidh " Lunndaidh " Ian
morchuis
Eite beag o ho ro, Eite beag o,
Eite beag o ho ro, hi ri am bo ho o ro,
Eite beag o ho ro, Eite beag o.
'Us tonn air muin tuinn' bidh leann donn aig a' Ohoirneal
Eite beag o ho ro, Eite beag o.
Ben Nevis is no longer the sacred bride she was then, and
we wonder what the poet who sang of her so prettily would say