Cha dèan mi corp-criadhach dhut
cha nochd do chruth na mo dhàin
cha chuir mallachd mar a chuir
na seann bhàird air luchd an gràidh.
Thogadh iad liùdhag bhon ùir
an cumadh na dùilleig’ bochd
ga milleadh is boinnean bùirn
a’ sileadh ’s drùidheadh tron chorp.
’S ann leatsa tha d’ àilleachd fhèin
’s i gun fheum air m’ fhaclan fann
gus a toirt don aimsir chèin
ann an cainnt bhreugaich gach rainn.
Chan fhalaich mi d’ ìomhaigh òir
cha mhair seo ach mairidh i,
bheir mi air ais thugad beò
do dhealbh; cùm, a stòir, do bhith.
About this poem
Dwelly's dictionary gives the following entry for 'Corp-criadhach':
Clay corpse. When a witch desired to destroy any one to whom she had an ill-will, she often made a corpse of clay resembling the unfortunate one and placed it in some out-of-the-way burn under a precipice, in such a way that the water trickled slowly on it. As the clay body wasted so the live body of the person it resembled was also supposed to waste away. Were the body found, it was carefully preserved and so the spell of the witch was broken. Sometimes pins were stuck in the clay body to make the death of the doomed one more painful. Several such bodies have been found, even of late years.