Stony Vision - by
On the hillside where they come to cut trees
/ To keep warm through overcast winter days
/ He saw a stone on a…
chance
Latha Foghair - by
’S mi air an t-slios ud
latha foghair,
na sligean a’ sianail mum chluasan
agus sianar marbh ri mo ghualainn
Rud a Thachair - by
B’ e madainn a bh’ ann mar mhadainn sam bith eile;
/ dh’èirich mi, chuir mi umam, rinn mi cupa cofaidh;
/ thug mi…
‘Be mery, man, and tak nocht fer in mynd’ - by
Be mery, man, and tak nocht fer in mynd
/ The wavering of this wrechit vale of sorrow.
/ To God be huimle and…