Popular tales of the West Highlands : orally collected . d a virtuous and worthy person ; yetshe had enemies, who wished to persuade her husbandthat she did not love him, and who concerted a plot toprove her fidelity. Diarmid was a gi^eat sportsman, asall FingaHans were, and hunted wild boars, which, itwould appear, were numerous in the Scottish forestsat that period. The sport at times proved fatal tothose engaged in it. Pretended friends persuadedDiarmid to pretend that he was killed by one of theseanimals. They put him on a bier, and carried himhome to his wife, all bloody, as if he had rea
Popular tales of the West Highlands : orally collected . d a virtuous and worthy person ; yetshe had enemies, who wished to persuade her husbandthat she did not love him, and who concerted a plot toprove her fidelity. Diarmid was a gi^eat sportsman, asall FingaHans were, and hunted wild boars, which, itwould appear, were numerous in the Scottish forestsat that period. The sport at times proved fatal tothose engaged in it. Pretended friends persuadedDiarmid to pretend that he was killed by one of theseanimals. They put him on a bier, and carried himhome to his wife, all bloody, as if he had really suf-ferred as they said. She conducted herself with be-coming fortitude and composure, ordered refreshmentsfor those assembled to watch the remains of their chief,sat down along with them, and commenced singing thesong which follows. It is very touching in the DIARMAID AND GRAIDHNE. 51 original. Xever having been favoured by the muses,I cannot do it the justice which it deserves, or that Icould wish. The translation is as literal as I can make it.*. fe: :J=t ^=i- tìEÌEt S^ErlBi f=t-- dean-ain lochd. OEE 3^3E ^ saoi nach dfhuair a tha mis ad dheigh an nochd.:S- -§- -S- -§- -§- ^3= -r 1 Derg, son of Derg, I am thy wife,The husband whom I would not hurt,The husband whom I would not hurt,There never was a worthy who was not tried;Wretched am I after thee this night.* The Gaelic and music were subsequently got from the same lady. WEST HIGHLAND TALES. 2 Derg, son of 011a of the enlightened mind,By whom so softly the harp was played,By whom so softly the harp was was the hero who kept no wrath,Though Derg was laid low by a hog. I see the hawk, I see the hound, With which my loved one used to hunt. With which my loved one used to hunt. And she that loved the three Let her be laid in the grave mth Derg. Then let us rejoice this night,As we sit around the corpse of a king,As we sit around the corpse of a king;Let us be hospitable and
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