The Scottish Celtic review

244 Daaii na Muireartaich.Mur do sliluig i talanih-tull,Na mur do bhath i miiir domhuin lom,Ars an gobhuin c' ait robh do shluagh an dombuiiiA mharbhagh a rahuireartach mhagh ruadb.Cha 'n e uihaibh i ach an FheinnAn droing o nach bunar geill'S mor an nair do fblath FailBhith geileadh do kichd aoin eilein.Ged bhitheadh sluagh an domhuin uile annEadar thuath is uaislibhFuath na duine cha racbadh asO'n t shluagh akiin fbalt-bhuidhe.Trogair thugam mo theaghlach coirRigh na h-easbaig is a lodRigh Greig Righ galeam glan'S gun trogam deich mile barcich'Trialaidh mis' an iarAgus bheireams' mo mhionnan righMa mharbhagli mo mhuireartach mhin'N Eirinn cha'n fbag mi clach,Ann alt no toran no fireachGun throgail ann coruin mo long,Eirinn choimhliont' eothrom,Bheirinn breabaiiaich air muirDha tharuing as a shambchair.\Smor spliagh do luingeas bhanDheanadh Eirinn a throgail'S nach robh do luingeas air bithThrogadh do Eirinn cuig ceud dhiubh.Deich fichead is deich mile longThrog an Kigh, is bu luchd tromAir crioch Eirinn a chur asIs dhitheachadh na Fiann na faragb.Cha robh port, na leath-phort annAnn an cuig cuigibh na h-EirinnNach ro Ian dheth a luingeas bhanAgus biorlainean fo thigbearnan.Chuir e teach dai reach d gu flath FailA mhuireartach thighean dhathigb sl;ui'bareicli i