105. A Herding Croon. Cronan Cuallaich

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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.