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Cho d' roinn raise braid no breugan, 

 Na claodh na tearmad a bhriste. 

 Air m fhear fein cho d' roinn mi 



iumluas, 

 Gur cailleach bhochd iunraig mise. 



Chonnacas mac a Bhrithe chalma, 

 Agus Feargus mor an gaisgeach, 

 Agus Torradan liath na sroine, 

 Sin na laoich bha domhail taicail. 



O'n d' thoisich u re seanachas, 

 A's eigin do leanmhuinn nas faide, 

 Gu 'n ra 'n triur bha sin air foghnadh. 

 Ma 'n raibh Donnaghail ann san 

 Fhearsaid. 



Chonnaic mi Alastair carrach, 

 An duine is alloile bha 'n Albainn, 

 'S minig a bha mi ga eisteachd, 

 'S e aig reiteach na'n tom sealga. 



Chonnaic mi Aonghus na dheag- 

 haidh, 

 Cho b' e sin raghuinn ba taire, 

 'S ann san Fhearsaid a bha thuinidh, 

 'S roinn e muileann air allt Larach. 



Ba Uonar cogadh a's creachadh, 

 Bha 'n Lochabar ann san uair sin, 

 Caite am biodh tusa gad' fhalach, 

 Eoin bhige na mala gruamaich. 



A's ann a bha cuid do m' shinsridh, 

 Eadar an Innse a's an Fhearsaid, 

 Bha cuid eile dhiu' ma'n deathagh ; 

 Bhiodh iad aig eabhach san f heasgar. 



'N uair a chithinnse dol seachad, 

 Na creachan agus am fuathas, 

 Bheirinn car beag far an rathaid, 

 'S bhi'inn grathunn sa chreig ghua- 

 naich. 



Creag mo chroidhe-se a chreag 



ghuanach, 

 Chreag an d' fhuair mi greis do m' 



arach, 

 Creag na'n aighin 's na'n damh siubh- 



lach. 

 A ehreag aidhireach urail eanach. 



Chreag ma'n iathadh an fhaoghait, 

 Ba mhiann leam a bhi ga taoghal, 



Repine or falsehood I knew not, 

 Nor grave nor sanctuary did I violate, 

 To the mate of my youth I was 



faithful, 

 I am old and forlorn, but guiltless. 



Yet, I have seen the valiant son of 



Britta, 

 And Fergus, the powerful champion. 

 And the grey-haired Torradon of 



Srona, 

 These were the heroes mighty and 



faithful. 



Thou hast weU begun and must not 



cease. 

 Relate what further thou hast seen. 

 These had passed away 

 Before Donnagal abode in the Fersaid. 



I saw the mettled Alexander of the 



spears, 

 The most renowned chief of Albin, 

 Often have I listened to his voice 

 While clearing the hills of the chase. 



I saw after him the gallant Angus 

 Scarcely inferior, 

 In the Fersaid was his dwelling 

 And his work the mill of Altlaraich. 



Many battles and inroads 

 Came then from Lochaber, 

 Where, bird of the gloomy brow, 

 Was the place of thy concealment ? 



Some of my kindred dwelt 

 Between the Inch and the Fersaid, 

 Some on the sands by Loch Laggan 

 Where their evening cries were heard. 



When the sounds of terror were heard, 

 And plundered herds were passing, 

 I turned aside from the sight 

 And dwelt in the Craig Guanich. 



Rock of my heart, the secure rock, 



That rock where my childhood was 

 cherished, 



The joyous rock — fresh, flowery- 

 haunt of birds. 



The rock of hinds and bounding stags. 



The rock encircled by the sound of 



the chase 

 Which it was ray delight to frequent, 



