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OWL 



Chi mi srath Oissian im'm Fiunn, 

 Chi mi ^liriun air incull nan leac. 



Chi mi Beinniobhais gu &rd, 

 Affus an ct^rn dearg re bun, 

 A s coire beag eile re biobh. 

 Chit a's munadh faoin as muir. 



Gur riomhach an coire dearg, 

 Far 'm ba mhiannach leinn bhi sealg, 

 Coir' na'n tuiachanan fraoich, 

 Innis na'n laogh 's na'n damh garbh. 



Chi mi braidh bhidin nan dos, 

 'N taobh so bhos do sgura lith, 

 Sgura choinich na'n damh seang, 

 lonmhuinn leam an diu na chi. 



Chi mi srath farsaing a chruigh, 

 Far an labhar guth na'n sonn, 

 A's coire creagach a mhaim, 

 A' rainig an tug mo lamh toll. 



Chi mi garbh bheinn na'n damh 

 donn, 

 Agus slat bheinn na'n torn sith, 

 Mar sin agus an leitir dhubh, 

 'S trie a roinn mi fuil na' fri. 



Soraidh gu beinn allta uam, 

 O'n 'si fhuair urrara na'm beann, 

 Go slios Loch-eireachd an fheigh, 

 Gu'm b' ionmhuinn leam fein bhi ann. 



Thoir soraidh uam thun an Loch, 

 Far am faicte 'bhos a's thall. 

 Go uisge Leamhna na'n lach, 

 Muime na'n laogh breac 's na meann. 



'S e Loch mo chroidhese an Loch, 

 An Loch air am biodh 'n Lach, 

 Agus iomad eala bhan, 

 'S bhiodh iad a snamh ma n seach, 



Olaidh mia' Treig motheann-shath, 

 Na dheidh cha bhiodh mi fui' mhulad, 

 Uisge glan na'm fuaran fallain, 

 O'n seang am fiagh a ni 'n langan. 



I sec in the deep vale, the last dwell- 

 ing of Ossian of Fingal, 

 I seethe hill of flat sepulchral stones. 



I see the towering Ben Nevis 

 And the red cairn at its foot. 

 And the deep and secret corry behind 



it, 

 I see the lonely western mountains, 



and the sea beyond them. 



Precious is that red corry 

 Where we delighted to haunt, 

 The corry of fresh, heathy hillocks. 

 The nightly abode of fawns and 

 stately stags. 



I see the spiry heights of the woods 

 On this side of the forest of Leita 

 The part where the slender stags 



meet. 

 The nightly abode of fawns and 



stately stags. 



I see the wide strath of the cattle 

 Where the voice of heroes was wont 



to resound. 

 And the wild corry of the rocky strait 

 Where my hand oft inflicted a wound. 



I see the rough heights of the brown 



stag. 

 And the ridgy mount of the fairy hill, 

 These, and the black mountain side, 

 Oft have I shed blood in its forest. 



Once more I hail the streamy hiU 

 Honoured as it is above the hills 



around. 

 Hail to Loch Eroch side, haunt of 



many deer ! 

 It was my happiness to be there. 



Carry my blessing to the Loch 

 Extended far and deeply shelterecl,^ 

 To the water of Lemina of the wile 



ducks. 

 Nurse of the spotted fawn and kid. 



Loch of my heart art thou ! O loch 

 Where played the shy waterfowl. 

 And many a white and stately swan 

 Did swim slowly amid their sport 



I shall drink of the Treig my fill. 

 That I may not any longer be 



sorrowful, 

 Clear water of the wholesome spring. 

 Drunk by the deer of graceful 



movements that bell round its 



