The Scottish Celtic review

;'—254 Duati na Muireartakh.Ged bhidlieadh sluagh an domhain uile ann,Eadar thuath is uaislibh,Fuath no duine cha vachadli asO'n t-sluagh alainn fhalt-bhuidli' [chas].Trogar thugam mo tlieaghlach coir,Righ na h-Easbaig is a slilogh,Righ na Greig', Righ Ghallia ghlain.[Righ na h-Easj)ainn is na h-Ind.]" 'S gu'n trogam deich mile barcachTriallaidli mis' an iar;Agus bheiream-sa mo mhiounan righ,Ma mharbhadh mo Mhuireartach mhin,An Eirinn nacli fhag mi clachAn allt, no'n torran, no'm fireach," Gun throgail an corraibh mo longEirinn choimhlionta, cho-thromBheirinn breabanaich air muir,Dh'a tarruing as a skmhchair."" Is mor spleadh do luingeis bhain,'Dheanadh Eirinn do throgbhail, ^'S nach robh do luingeas air bithNa throgadh dh' Eirinn coigeamh."'Deich fichead is deich mile longThrog an righ, is ba luchd* trom, *A1. fheachd.Gu crioch Eireann a chur as,Is dhitheachadh nam Fiann na'm faradh.Cha robh port no leth-phort ann,An cilig coigeimh na h-Eireann,Nach robh Ian do a luingeis bhain,Agus biorlainnean fo thighearnaibh.Chuir e teachdaireachd gu flath Fail,A' Mhuireartach thighin dachaidh sltln,Air neo'' barr-brigli Eireann uile,Eadar mhac righ agus ro-dhuine.From Mr. J. F. Campbell's version. See " West Highland Tales," vol.iii., page 133.The last syllable was long, rhyming with " bliain."