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B' uamhas dhuinne bhi fui mhein ; 

 Nin aile neach ata fui n' ghrein 

 No Conn nan arm faobhar gheur. 

 Gruaidh chorcair mar iubhar caoin, 

 Rofg chorrach ghorm na malla chaoil, 

 Folt or-cheard nan amlaibh grinn, 

 Gu mor, meanmneach, aithneach, aoibhin. 

 Lanna nimhe re leadairt chorp, 

 Le colg teagmhail na mor olc ; 

 Bhiodh a chloidheam re fga fgeith 

 Aig an laoch gun aimh-reite. 

 Buaidh gach ball an raibh e riamh. 

 Air gaifge, 's air mhor ghniomh 

 Gabhail a choimhlion, neart gun fgios ; 

 'Se labhairt geal 's mor chis. 

 Bheirinfin dhuit briathra cinnteach, 

 A Phadruic, ga nar re innfeadh, 

 Gun do ghabh an Fhiann eagal uill, 

 Nach do ghabhas riamh roimh aon duine, 

 Ri faicfm dhoibh conbhach Chuin, 

 Mar ro tuill thuighean fui thuinn 

 Meud fhallachd an fhir dhuinn 

 An eiric athar a dhioladh. 

 Se comhairle a chinn doibh, 

 Deagh mhac fhinn on gloine gloir 

 Chuir ghabhail fgeul an fhir dhochdur, 

 Fearghus beul dearg binn-fhoclach. 

 Do mhac an Deirg bu gharg gleac 

 Bheannuigh Fearghus gu fior-ghlic : 

 Fhreagair Conn e mar bu choir, 

 Fheargus fhileanta, deagh bheoil, 

 " A ghabhail fgeul a thainig on Fhionn, 

 " Ciod e fath do thuruis do dh' Eirion?" 

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