Air latha na Sabaid, do dh-aite a' chrabhaibh,
Cha bhi ach ainmig aon neach air chois,
Ach ann an carbadaibh dol do'n t-searmoin,
'S a' ruith 'sa stararaich le'n iomadh each;
Tha iomadh seors ann do bharail neonach
Nach 'eil a' cordadh air aona bheachd,
Is cuid mi-churamach mar na bruidean,
Is cha'n 'eil umhlachd do Shabaid ac'.

Tha cuid do dh-Albanaich feadh na duth'ch' so
Gu tur chuir cul ris gach cleachdadh coir
A lean ri'n sinnsearean air feadh nan linntean,
Is cha'n 'eil suim ac' ga'n cumail beo.
Ach mar na Geintilich tha ma'n cuairt orr'
A' fas gu fuar-chritheach le'n cuid stoir,
'S cha chan iad Gailig ach 'deanamh tair oirr'
Ged 's ann innt cha'n arach 'n uair bha iad og.

'S

gur tric mi cuimhneachdainn air na tioman
Bhitheadh agam fhein ann an Albainn thall,
'S bithidh mulad diblidh a' tighinn air m' inntinn
'S gur iomadh sgriob bhios i toirt a null,

A' ruith gu eutrom air feadh an aonaich,
Mar bha mi aon uair an tir nam beann

A' cluinntinn toirmean nan allt 's nan caochan
Bhiodh mireach, sgaoilteach ruith feadh nan gleann.

Ang Nollaig aoibhneach is La Bliadhn' Uir ann,
Gur sinn bhiodh sunndach, le cluich is ceol,
Bhiodh surd is danns' ann air feisd is bainnsibh,
Gun dad a sgrainge no dh'olc na 'r coir;
Is gum bu ghuanach a bhiodh na gruagaichean
Bhiodh m'an cuairt dhuinn gu critheil coir,
Gu cairdeal, eibhneach, gun eagal cleir oirnn
Do thaobh bheusan bha saor bho ghòid.

Air bhi air chuairt dhuinn car bheagan bhliadhnaibh

'N taobh airde n' iar do Staid New York,

'S o'n bha m' fearann daor ann 's gun mor mhaoin againn Chuir sinn ar n-aodainn ri dhol na b'fhaid',

Agus sheol sinn thar lochaibh mora

Do dh-Illinois nam faichean glas

'San fhearann chomhnard gun choilltean domhal Is ghabh sinn comhnuidh air abhainn Fox.

Gum b'i so duthaich nam prairie lubach,
Na 'n sealladh ur dhuinn 's na h-uile cearn,
Is feur gu duint' orr' gu ruig ar gluinean,
Gu dosrach ùrar 's gu gorm a' fas;

Gun chrodh no caoraich ri iomain caoin ann,
Ach crith sa ghaoith ann mar thonnaibh fairg,
'Sa' fas 's a' crionadh o chian nan ciantan
Is aig gach fiadh-bheathach 'na aite taimh.
Second Part.

Tha iomadh seorsa do dh-ainbhidh beo ann,
Gun dragh no eolas air rathaidhean dhaoin,
Tha feidh nan crocan a' ruith nan drobhan ann
Is cearcan boidheach mar bhiodh 'san fhraoch.
Tha madraidh-alld' agus sionnaich sheolt ann,
Agus gobharan beaga maol,

'S tha 'n tunnag spogach a' snamh gach lon ann
Is pailteas dhrobhachan do ghlas gheoidh.

Tha moran eun ann a bhios ri ceol ann,
Cho binn ri smeorach am barr nan craobh.
Tha na h-aibhnichean is iasg gu leor annt'
Gun aig neach coir orr', ach iad gu saor.

'S tha iomadh doigh air bhi deanamh beo-shlaint',
'S cha'n 'eil an lon ann no 'm fearann daor,
'S mur bhith aon do-bheart a bhios g'ar leon ann
Bhitheadh sinn cho doigheil 'sa shireadh aon.

Ach tha aon droch bhuaidh ann d'am beil sinn buailteach
Bhios ga'r cur tuathal 's ga'r fagail clith---

'S e sin droch eucail, ris an canar ague,

Is cha mhor creutair nach dean i chlaoidh.

Gu 'm bi na ceudan air chrith is dreun orr'

Mar dhuill' air gheig bhiodh air chrith le gaoith, 'S cha'n ann gun reusan a bheir mi beum dhi, Oir 's iomadh eiginn 's na chuir i mi.

'Nuair gheibh suairceag ud lamh an uachdar,
'S i chuireas gluasad na m' fhuil 's na m' fheoil,
Mi greannach, gruamach, is fior dhroch shnuadh orm,
'S bithidh mi cho fuar ann ri stocan reotht'.

'S m'an gann gun gluais mi 's gum falbh am fuachd sin
Thig teas cho cruaidh orm 's ged bhithinn roisdt',
Mi 'n ghnath ri luasgan gun fhois no suain domh,
Och, gur mi-shuaimhneach a bhios mo choir.

B'i sin a' bhan-suireach a dh'thanas teann rium,
'S a chuireas greann orm thighinn a'm choir,
Is ged bhiodh aing orm cha toir i taing dhomh
Is cha ghabh ceannsachdainn oirr' le deoin.
'Nuair a smuanaich mi gun d'thug i fuath dhomh
'S gun d'rinn mi fuadach uam ri'm bheo,
Thig i gun naire a ris chur failt' orm,

'S a dh fhantainn lamh rium ge b'oil le m' fheoil.
Is i a' bhana-Gheangach a tha gun nair i,

'S ann orm tha 'n tamailt mi faicinn riamh ;
'N uair dh'eireas teum oirr' cha bhi mi reidh rithe;
Ach gheibh mi greudhadh uaipe nach bi cli.

Mo cheann is m'eanchainn bithidh troimh a cheile,
Is gach cnaimh nam chreubhag bithidh bruite, sgith,
Gum b'fhearr dhomh fein bhi fo phlaigh na h-Eiphid
'Nuair throideas breunag na bhi 'san tir.

Ach, taing dha'n Ti-mhath, gun d'fhuar mi cuibht's i,
Is iomadh cuingealachd bha na deigh,

'S le tuillidh bruidhne cha bhi ga maoitheadh,
Ach bithidh mi chaoidh guidhe dhi siubhal reidh.
'S a nis cho-dhunain le comhairle dhurachdaich

Do mo luchd-duthcha 'san tir gu leir

Gun iad bhi diombach no'm misneachd cul riutha
Ge do bhiodh cuisean dol uairean fiar.

20TH JANUARY 1886.

A meeting was held on this date for the purpose of nominating office-bearers for 1886. The following new members were elected, viz:-Mr A. D. Campbell, of Kilmartin, Glen-Urquhart, life member; and Mr John Horne, Geological Survey, Inverness; Mr Alexander Gow, of the Dundee Advertiser, Dundee; and Mr Alexander Mowat, of the Scottish Highlander, Inverness, ordinary members. All the business having been transacted, the meeting assumed the form of a Highland Ceilidh, which was highly enjoyed by all present.

27TH JANUARY 1886.

At the meeting on this date, office-bearers for 1886 were elected. The following were elected members of the Society, viz: -Mr Kenneth J. Matheson, yr. of Lochalsh, life member; Sheriff Blair, Inverness; and Colonel Charles Edward Stewart, C.I.E.,

C.M.G. (of the Afghan Frontier Commission), Ornockenoch, Gatehouse, Kirkcudbright, honorary members; Mr John Maclennan, teacher, Inverasdale, Gairloch; Mr Alexander Mitchell, The Dispensary, Inverness; and Mr Alexander Macdonald, master carpenter, 62 Tomnahurich Street, Inverness, ordinary members; and Mr Roderick MacCorquodale, 42 Union Street, Inverness, as an apprentice member.

3RD FEBRUARY 1886.

At the meeting on this date the following new members were elected, viz.:-Mr James E. B. Baillie of Dochfour, and Mr Edward Herbert Wood of Raasay, both life members; Dr F. F. M. Moir, Aberdeen, honorary; and Mr Ralph Erskine Macdonald, Corindah, Queensland; Mr James Cook, commission agent, Inverness; Mr Hugh Macpherson, merchant, Castle Street, Inverness; Mr Wm. Fraser of Elgin, Illinois, U.S.A.; Dr Sinclair Macdonald, Inverness; and Mr William Mackay, Argyle Street, Inverness, ordinary members. Some routine business having been transacted, Mr Colin Chisholm, Inverness, read the following series of

UNPUBLISHED OLD GAELIC SONGS.

Our worthy secretary, Mr William Mackenzie, arranged that I should read a few old songs for you this evening.

So far as I am aware, the most of these songs never appeared as yet in print, but some of them have been partially published. For instance :-There are only thirteen verses of "Oran mor MhicLeoid," given in Mackenzie's "Beauties of Gaelic Poetry," whereas I give twenty-seven verses of it. The same remark may also apply to two or three others, which have been printed in part only, and which I give as full as I ever heard them sung. Every song on my list for this evening I used to hear, and could recite parts of them before I left Strathglass, over fifty years ago. Last Autumn, when I was in Kintail, Captain Alexander Matheson, shipowner, Dornie, generously placed his large collection of Gaelic songs in manuscript at my disposal. It is through his kindness that I was enabled to renew my acquaintance with the most of the songs I now give to this Society. If any other person will give us better versions of these songs, no one will be more pleased than I will.

The first song I will give you is one composed by Roderick Mackenzie, who is said to have been the heir apparent of Apple

cross, but who was supplanted by some means which I never heard sufficiently explained.

Gus na bharc am mor shluagh,
Gu eilean Naomh Mairi,

'S cha bhi mal dha thoirt bhuainn.

Ach, Aonghais Mhic-Amhla,
Tha mi an geall ort ro mhor,
Bho 'n a sgriobh thu na briathran
'S an gniomh le do mheoir;
Gu 'n cuir thu dha'r n-ionnsuidh
Long Ghallda nan seol,
Ruith-chuip air a clair-—
"Overhaul and let go.”

So a' bhliadhna tha saraicht'

Air fear gun aiteach gun sunnd;
'Nuair theid cach ann sa Mhàrt
Ris an aiteach le surd;
Tha luchd-riaghlaidh an aite
Dha 'm aicheadh gu dlùth,
'S gur e 'n stiuir thoirt an iar dhi
Ni is ciataiche dhuinn.

Ma 's e reitheachan chaorach

An aite dhaoine bhitheas ann,
Bidh Albainn an tra sin

Na fasaich do'n Fhraing;

'Nuair a thig Bonaparte
Le laimh laidir a nall,
Bidh na cibeirean truagh dheth,
'S cha truagh linn an call.

'Nuair a thig orra 'm bracsaidh
'S gach galar bhitheas ann,
A' chloimh cha'n i 's fhasa

Dha'n tachus gu teann,
An t-al a bhi diobairt

'Sa chaoil' anns gach gleann

An stoc gun bhi lathair
'S am mal bhi air chall.