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Plate 17: Creag nam Brataichean – Rock of the Banners, Glen Shee, Perthshire.
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Òran na Comhachaig
Donald Mackinlay of the Verses / Dòmhnall mac Fhionnlaigh nan Dàn
Dòmhnall never received an invitation to the feast organised by young Ronald – Raonull Òg, the Chief of Keppoch, at Taigh Chomhairle – his House of Counsel, on the island in Loch Eadarloch. But he had heard about the hunt dinner, and decided that he might as well go along anyway. Dòmhnall was tired and now too old and infirm to take part in the vigorous chase of deer with bow and hounds.
Cead as truaighe ghabhas riamh,
Do ’n fhiadhach ’m bu mhòr mo thoil,
Chan fhalbh le bogha fui’ m sgeith
’S gu là bhràth’ cha leig mi coin.
’S muladach bhith ’siubhal bheann,
Gun bhogha, gun shreang, gun chù,
Gun fhiù na saighde bhith ann
’S gun fhradharc teann aig an t-sùil.
The saddest farewell I ever made
Was to the hunting for which I had a great love,
I’ll not set off with a bow under my wing,
And till doomsday I’ll not let slip hounds.