’S rath nan caochan ’na dhosaibh caorainn,
’S na phreasaibh caola, làn chraobh a’s mhearg;
Na gallain ùra, ’s na faillein dhlùtha,
’S am barrach dùinte mu chùl nan crann.
Ewen Maclachlan, commonly styled “of Aberdeen,” because he taught the Grammar School there, and there died, but who was, in truth, a Lochaber man—nay, a Nether Lochaber man, born and bred, and whose ashes rest in Killevaodain of Ardgour, without, we are ashamed to confess it, “One gray stone to mark his grave;” he, born at Tarrachalltuinn—the Height of Hazel Trees—in our parish, knew something of hazel nuts, and thus happily describes them in their season:—
’S glan fàile nan cno gaganach,
Air ard-Shlios nan cròc bad-dhuilleach;
’S trom fàsor am por bagailteach,
Air bharr nam fad-gheug sòlasach;
Theid brìgh nam fiuran slat-mheurach,