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'S ioma h-oidhche fhliuch is thioram,
Side na seachd sian
Gheibheadh Griogal dhomhsa creagan,
Ris an gabhainn dion

??bhan! ??bhan! ??bhaniri! ??bhaniri?²
??bhan! ??bhan! ??bhaniri! 'S m?³r mo mhulad 's m?³r.

Dh?¬rich mi dh 'an t-se?²mar mhullaich,
'S theirinn mi 'n tigh-l? ir,
'S cha d 'fhuair mise Griogal cridhe
'Na shuidhe mu 'n chl? r.

Eudail mh?³ir, a shluagh an Domhain,
Dh?²irt iad t'fhuil o 'n d?©.
'S chuir iad do cheann air stob daraich
Tacan beag bho d' chr?©.

B 'annsa bhi le Griogal cridhe
Te? rnadh chruidh le gleann,
Na le Baran m?³r na Dalach,
S?¬oda geal mu m' cheann.

Cha n 'eil ?¹bhlan idir agam,
'S ?¹bhlan uil' aig c? ch,
'S ann tha m ?¹bhlan-s' c?¹bhr' ri caineal
'S c?¹l an cinn ri l? r.

'Nuair a bhios mn? than ?²g a'bhaile,
'Nochd nan cadal s?¨imh,
'S ann bhios mis' air bruaich do lice,
'Bualadh mo dh?  l? imh.

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Source: F Tolme, 1911,One Hundred And Five Songs of Occupation from the Western Isles of Scotland

Notes:
Transcription Note: The quality of printing on the facsimile I own is not high, and it is frequently difficult to distinguish certain characters, such as 'l' and '?¬'. The reader is warned to take care. I have incorporated various corrections to my first attempt that Malcolm Douglas kindly provided - DMcG




Frances Tolmie wrote:

"Memory From Earliest Days In Duirinish and Minginish", Skye, 1908 - F.T.

TRANSLATION:
1. Many a night of rain, or fair, or tempest raging wild,
Gregor would find for me a rock, and shelter from the storm.
(Cho: Obhan, etc. Great is my grief, and great!)

2. I climbed to the room above and searched the room below,
but did not find Grigor, beloved, sitting at the board.

3. Most loved of all the men in the world, they shed thy blood since yesterday;
on oaken stake they set thy head, near where thy body lay.

4. Far rather would I be with Gregor; herding down the glen
than with the great Baron of Dull, and white silk round my head.

5. No apples be now mine, such as the others have,
yet fragrant are mine as cinnamon, their heads low on the ground.

6. When other women lie tonight, in peaceful slumber still,
beside thy grave there I shall lie, smiting my two hands.

The above lullaby is well known throughout the Hebrides, though the incidents mentioned in it occurred on the mainland. The subject is the mourning of a young lady, a daughter of Campbell of Glenlyon, for the death of her husband, Grigor Roym an outlawed MacGregor, who was executed at Kenmore, on Loch Tay, by command of Sir Colin Campbell of Glenurchy, in 1570. See Celtic Review, App 15, 1909. In Lyra Celtica (p 191) there is a metrical translation into English of this song. There is also a version in Gaelic, with a melody, in Binneas nam Bard (Bardic Melody), p 48. My Gealic verses and air have already appeared in the Gesto Coll. (app p 25). Cf the air with that of "Cumha Dhairmad" in this collection. A version is also given in the Rev. Maclean Sinclair's Gaelic Bards, published in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, and yet another in the Macdonald Collection (1911).




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