105. A Herding Croon. Cronan Cuallaich

CRONAN CUALLAICH [105]

A HERDING CROON

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AN crodh an diugh a dol imirig,
Hill-i-ruin is o h-ug o,
Ho ro la ill o,
Hill-i-ruin is o h-ug o,
Dol a dh’ itheadh feur na cille,
Hill-i-ruin is o h-ug o,
Am buachaille fein ann ’g an iomain,
Ho ro la ill o,
Hill-i-ruin is o h-ug o,
’G an cuallach, ’g an cuart, ’g an tilleadh,
Hill-i-ruin is o h-ug o,
Bride bhith-gheal bhi ’g am blighinn,
Hill-i-ruin is o h-ug o,
Muire mhin-gheal bhi ’g an glidheadh,
Hill-i-ruin is o h-ug o,
’S Iosa Criosda air chinn an slighe,
Iosa Criosda air chinn an slighe.
Hill-i-ruin is o h-ug o.

THE cattle are to-day going a-flitting,
Hill-i-rūin is o h-ug o,
Ho ro la ill o,
Hill-i-rūin is o h-ūg o,
Going to eat the grass of the burial-place,
Hill-i-rūin is o h-ūg o,
Their own herdsman there to tend them,
Ho ro la ill o,
Hill-i-rūin is o h-ūg o,
Tending them, fending them, turning them,
Hill-i-rūin is o h-ūg o,
Be the gentle Bride milking them,
Hill-i-rūin is o h-ūg o,
Be the lovely Mary keeping them,
Hill i-rūin is o h-ūg o,
And Jesu Christ at the end of their journey,
Jesu Christ at the end of their journey.
Hill-i-rūin is o h-ūg o.