Am bolg solair = The peddlar's pack . S mis -e tha fo cbiii. i^^B^S^^I Dhios i direacb Chan i tha air m^ire. —sang Eoghann—a handsome fellow, his cheek ruddy-brown as hisown sail, from sun and wind and spindrift, and his grey eyes fringed allround like the lochans on Uist. His voice was deep as the bochaans ( )that I used to hear humming in my chimney in the night-time whenthe wind was coming up out of the south-west ; and you might no moresurely be telling whether that wind were blowing from the hills or offsalt water than that Eoghanns was no landward voice, yet the soundthe wind made in my
Am bolg solair = The peddlar's pack . S mis -e tha fo cbiii. i^^B^S^^I Dhios i direacb Chan i tha air m^ire. —sang Eoghann—a handsome fellow, his cheek ruddy-brown as hisown sail, from sun and wind and spindrift, and his grey eyes fringed allround like the lochans on Uist. His voice was deep as the bochaans ( )that I used to hear humming in my chimney in the night-time whenthe wind was coming up out of the south-west ; and you might no moresurely be telling whether that wind were blowing from the hills or offsalt water than that Eoghanns was no landward voice, yet the soundthe wind made in my harp-strings was no sweeter. And always he hadanother verse, and whenever the chorus came round, we all lifted under ; (8) \Mkii i am with myself. You will be coming into my miud, I will be raising the tune To the brown halrd maid With the soft eyes. Full of care am I, And I steering the birliun ; How will she be straight (the boats course), I havo nmicfht but her in mind (tho maiden). 87 THE LAST FERRY. while as we floated under the lee of Uist, and t
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