Am bolg solair = The peddlar's pack . n sgaoileadhRis na gaothan air na sleibhtean,Gu bhi dearbhadh feadh an t-saoghailNach do chaochail siol nan treun-fhear. Gu m bheil spiorad glan an sinnsearNach gabh striochdadh leis an eucoir,Gu bhi taisbeanadh an disleachdRis na suinn a dhearbh an euchdan. Seid an dùdach suas a dhiisgadhAs a dùsal Tir nam beanntan ;Biodh a guth mar dhealan siiibhlachA cur surd air sluagh nan gleanntan. Glaodh a mach, is sgaoil an sgeula Gu m bheil Feill nan Gaidheal dla oirnn ; Biodh na pioban air an gleusadh S caithream eibhneis anns gach liichairt. Bho n tha Fiùghalaic
Am bolg solair = The peddlar's pack . n sgaoileadhRis na gaothan air na sleibhtean,Gu bhi dearbhadh feadh an t-saoghailNach do chaochail siol nan treun-fhear. Gu m bheil spiorad glan an sinnsearNach gabh striochdadh leis an eucoir,Gu bhi taisbeanadh an disleachdRis na suinn a dhearbh an euchdan. Seid an dùdach suas a dhiisgadhAs a dùsal Tir nam beanntan ;Biodh a guth mar dhealan siiibhlachA cur surd air sluagh nan gleanntan. Glaodh a mach, is sgaoil an sgeula Gu m bheil Feill nan Gaidheal dla oirnn ; Biodh na pioban air an gleusadh S caithream eibhneis anns gach liichairt. Bho n tha Fiùghalaich na rioghachdAn co-bhainn air taobh na Gàidhlig ;Theid a h-altrum suas gu riomhachS CO ni di-meas air ar cknain ? Bidh guth binn nan dan s nan òranAig ar n-òigridh mar a b àbhaist,S clann nan Gaidheal mar bu choir dhaibhCosnadh glòir do Thir nan àrd-bheann. NIALL MACLEOID. 45 THE HERD OF FARAWA. Who in an April hailstorm discoursed to the traveller on the presentdiscontents. Pastorum et solis exegit montibus aevum— OSH, man ! Did ever mortal seeSic blasts o snaw. Yell bide a wee,Afore ye think to ford the Dee, And cross the slack !Kinle your pipe, and straucht your|knee, And gies your crack ! Hoo lang, ye speir ! An unco while !Its seeventy-sax ear come AprileThat I cam here frae yont Glengyle— A bairn o nine ;And monys the dreich and dreary mile Ive gaed sin syne. My folk were herds, sae round the fauld Afore I was twae towmonts auld They fand me snowkin, crouse and bauld In snaw and seep—•As Dauvid was to kingdoms called, Sae I to sheep. 46 THE HERD OF FARAWA. I herdit first on Etterick side. Dod, man, I mind the stound o pride Gaed through my hert, when near and wide My dowgs I no seeventeen till Lammastide I walked a man. I got a wife frae Eskdalemuir, O dacent herdin folk, and sair We wrocht for lang, baith late and ear, For weans cam fast,And we were never aucht but puir Frae first to last. Tales I could tell wad gar ye grueO snawy lam
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