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"Carmina Gadelica, Volume 2", by Alexander Carmicheal, [1900],

p. 190

p. 191

Duan Nan Daol [208]

Poem Of The Beetles

p. 190

p. 191

Trath bha Ti nan dul fo choill,

Agus daoibhidh air a dheigh,

De thuirt daolaire na doill,

Ris an daol 's an dealan-de?

'Am facas seach an diugh no 'n raoir,

Mac mo ghaoil-sa--Mac De?'

'Chunnas, chunnas,' os an daol,

'Mac na saorsa seach an de.'

'Cearr! cearr! cearr thu fhe,'

Os an cearr-dubhan feach;

'A bhliadhna mhor chon an de

Chaidh Mac De seach.'

When the Being of glory was in retreat,

And wicked men in pursuit of Him,

What said the groveller of blindness,

To the beetle and the butterfly?

'Saw ye passing to-day or yestreen,

The Son of my love--the Son of God?'

'We saw, we saw,' said the black beetle,

'The Son of freedom pass yesterday.'

'Wrong! wrong! wrong art thou,'

Said the sacred beetle earthy;

'A big year it was yestreen

Since the Son of God passed.'