Oigh cha tig le clàr 'n an comhdhail,
No virgin with harp will come to meet them.
Smith's "Ant. Gal. Poems," p. 285.
Gach doire, gach coire, 's gach eas,
Bheir a' m' chuimhne cneas mo Ghraidh.
Each grove, each dell, and each water-fall, will bring to my remembrance the form of my love. Id. p. 30.
An la sin cha tigh gu bràth,
A bheir dearrsa mo ghraidh gu tuath.
That day shall never come, which shall bring the sun-beam of my love to the North. Fingal II. 192.
Am focail geilleam do Mhorlamh;