Lines Och nan Och
Och nan och leughadh tu
You fell in the ditch, bruised You.
The sea is still bristling hair wave
Shocked by the wind, stand, beach at Irvine.
Salt Lowlands stung my eyes bitter blow
More I cannot, cussed by time, you lost.
Kintail peaks, still high. the sky touching
Eagles dare too as otters swim below
Kinloch Rannoch and fairy child
Schiehallion would I have clambered
Or below catch the gaping salmon a ring to mouth
True love worn, oh Seumas MhicSheumais.
The Lowlands rattled you, you fell
Never a knell so dark at gloaming
The proud mare brought you down
A woman proud overbearing had you.
And I, psalter lost, no more praise to bring
To the Lowland sands at Irvine.
Och nan och leugadh tu
In the ditch, bruised you.
Still grieve the cruel horse that kicked you dead
Loves you, the fallen, till no more breath
Och nan och leughad tu
You did perish and I did too
