“The object of my contempt is the small table
Where meanness would be (found):
The object of my praise was the well filled table
Where proud heroes sat.
You did not take in Finlay Guivnac
Nor remember him till the last.”
(“B’e mo laochan am bòrd suaile
Air am bitheadh na laoich mheamnach:
Cha d’ thug thusa stigh do ghobhainn Guibhneach,
’S cha do chuimhnich thu e gu anmoch.”)