NIGHEAN BHAN GHRULAINN. Thug mi rùn, 's chuir mi ùigh 'San te ùir a dh' fhàs tlàth; Maighdean chiùin dh' an tig gùn, Cha b'e 'n t-ioghnadh leam t' fhàilt'. 'S ann an Grùlainn fo 'n Sgùrr Tha mo rùn gabhail tàimh ; Maighdean ùr a tha ciùin, 'S i mo rùn-sa thar chàich. Gu'n do bhruadair mi 'n raoir A bhi 'd choibhneas, a' ghràidh, Pearsa dhìreach gun chearb, Aghaidh mheanbh-dhearg a' ghràidh ; Mar ghath gréine 'san fhairg' Tha do dhealbh am measg chàich. Dosan lìobharra, réidh, 'S e gu h-éibhinn a' fàs; Tha e sios ort 'na chléit ; 'S air gach té bheir thu bàrr. Nuair a rachainn-sa gu féill Bu leat fhéin seud no dhà; Na tha dh'òr anns an Spàinnt, THE FAIR MAID OF GRULAIN. I have loved thee, my maid, With a love that's sincere ; Dressed in grandeur so rare, I would welcome my dear. 'Twas at Grulain near Sgùr That my fair one was born; I have loved her for years, And her absence I mourn. Yesternight in a dream I held converse with thee; When at morn I awoke Thou wert far o'er the sea. Cannach white is thy breast, Pure as swan on the shore ; Pure and faultless thy mould; Thou art brighter by far Than the sunbeams that shine. Round thy shoulders are seen When to market I've gone I would mind thee when there ; And would bring to my love Something handsome and rare. Though the wealth of a king At my feet now were laid, I would part with it all For one kiss of the maid. Dh'aindeoin tuaileis luchd-bhreug A' CHUAIRT-SHAMHRAIDH. Hug óro, mo leannan, Thig mar-rium air chuairt Thig mar-rium air chuairt. Tha aodann nan sléibhtean Tha Samhradh an òr-chuil Gu'n d' fhògair e 'm fuachd. Na h-eòin 's iad ri coireal Heed not slander and lies THE SUMMER RAMBLE. Oh come now, my darling; For the notes of the cuckoo The bright sun from heaven The hills are resuming The glad summer day. Dark winter is waning; Its beauty in May. Oh come now, etc. The wild woods are ringing To flow'ret and spray. Oh come now, etc. Tha ghrian feadh nan glacagan 'S gu 'm b'aoibhinn bhi leatsa, 'S do shnuadh féin cho greannmhor Ri gàire an t-Samhraidh, Feadh fhlùran a' dannsadh 'Sna gleanntan mu'n cuairt! Hug, etc. O! tiugainn, a leannain, OIGH CHILL-IAIN. Mo rùn air an òigh ud Tha chòmhnuidh 'n Cill-Iain ; Bho 'n fhuair mi ort eòlas 'S tu òg bhean mo mhiann ; Mur faigh mi nis còir ort Their cuid rium gu spòrsail Gur gòrach mo smaoin; |