Eosai! Eosai! Eosai!

It were as easy for Jesu To renew the withered tree As to wither the new Were it His will so to do. Jesu ! Jesu ! Jesu ! Jesu ! meet it were to praise Him. There is no plant in the ground But is full of His virtue, There is no form in […]

The Eloquence of Columba in My Speech

Ora Buaidh (A Prayer for Victory) Ionnlaidh mi m’ aodann ‘S na naoi gatha greine, Mar a dh’ ionnlaid Moir a Mac, Am bainne bragh na breine. Mil a bhi ‘na m’bheul, Seirc a bhi ‘na m’aodann; An gaol thug Moire dha Mac Bhi an cridhe gach cairc domhsa. Gum bu suileach, cluasach, briathrach Dia, […]

Measuring the Boar Against the Bristles

I have already referred to a note by Mrs. MacTavish on this subject, vol. ii. 489. She tells how she learned Dan an Dearg (the Song of the Red) more than sixty years ago, from a ploughman who used to chant it at his work; and she adds– “The subject of the song is Diarmaid […]

Clo Mhic Ille Mhicheil

Lyrics: English Translation: Oganaich uir a’ chuil teudaich Oh noble youth with long black hair ‘S oil liom eudach a bhith dhith ort I hate it that you are wanting clothing Hug air clo Mhic’ille Mhicheil Hug air clo Mhic’ille Mhicheil Chuir Roinn Eorpa clo am beart dhuit Europe has put cloth in the loom […]

A Wretched Little Hovel of Earth

This entry in Boswell’s Diary is demonstrative of the abject poverty among the common folk of the Scottish Highlands after the final defeat of the Jacobites at Culloden in 1745 and the subsequent terrors and hardships placed on the people whose clans were all but destroyed as the Government tried to blot out even their […]

Oran Eile Don Phrionnsa

Sèist: Chorus (after each verse): Thug ho-o, laithill ho-o Thug ho-o, laithill ho-o Thug o-ho-ro an aill libh Thug o-ho-ro an aill libh Thug ho-o, laithill ho-o Thug ho-o, laithill ho-o Seinn o-ho-ro an aill libh Seinn o-ho-ro an aill libh Och ‘sa mhaduinn’s mi dusgadh Early as I awaken ‘S mor mo shunnd’s mo […]

Fàilte dhut a Mhoire

FAILTE dhuit, a Mhoire Mhathair! Tha thu lan dhe na grasan caomh, Tha ’n Tighearna Dia maille riut a ghnath. Beannaicht thu, Mhairi, am measg nam mnai, Beannaicht toradh do bhronn, Iosa, Beannaicht thu, Righinn an ais; A Naomh Mhoire, a Mhathair Iosa, Guidh air mo shon-sa, peacach truagh, Nis agus aig uair mo bhais, […]

My Faithful Fair One

Mo rùn geal dìleas Sèist Mo rùn geal dìleas, dìleas, dìleas Mo rùn geal dìleas nach till thu nall Cha till mi fhèin riut, a ghaoi chan fhaod mi ‘S ann tha mi ghaoil ‘na mo laighe tinn Is truagh nach robh mi an riochd na faoilinn A shnàmhadh aotrom air bhàrr nan tonn Is […]