The Scottish Celtic review

—!;; —.;;Coir'-a'-CheafhnicIi. 221Na gallixiu iii-a, 's na fiiillein dlilutliu,'S am barrach iluinte mu chiil nan crann.Gach aite timchioll 'n a i'bisach iouilan,Mam is fionn-ghleann 's an tuilm 'g a clioirMeall-tionail h'limh ris gu molacli, tlathail,B' e 'chulaidh dli' iirach an alacli bigNa daimh 'sna li-eildean am maduinn ch6itein,Gu mocli ag eirigli au- reidlilean febii'Gieadhuin dliearg dhiubh air taobh gacli leargain,Mu 'n ohoii'e gliarblilaicli do 'n ainm an Ceb.COIR'-A'-CHEATHAICH ;OR, THE CORRIE OF THE MIST.Translated by Mr. Robert Buchanan, author of the '^ Lund of Lome."My beauteous corri I where cattle wandei'My misty eoni I my darling dellMighty, verdant, and cover'd overWith wild flowers tender of the sweetest smellDark is the green of thy grassy clothing.Soft swell thy hillocks most green and deep,The cannach blowing, the darnel growing,While the deer troop pass to the misty steep.Fine for wear is thy beauteous mantle,Strongly woven and ever-new.With rough grass o'er it, and brightly gleaming.The gra.ss all spangled with diamond dew :It's round my corri, my lovely corri,Wliere rushes thicken, and long reeds blow :Fine were the harvest to any reaperWho through the marsh and the bog could go.Ah, that's fine clothing !—a gi-eat robe stretching,A grassy carpet most smooth and green.Painted and fed by the rain from heavenIn hues the bravest that man has seen'Twist here and Paris, I do not fancyA finer raiment can ever beMay it grow for ever !—and, late and early.May I be here on the knolls to see.