Scathlan 3

Ba mh6r mo mhian go bfhillfinn seal. Ar thir mo dhuchais 'sar chairde mo chroi, In earrach na bliana ochtmh6 tri. An samhradh dar gceann sheol mise aris, Na hAifrice Theas 6 Eiririn sios. Ba dheas mo dhoigh 's me ar bharr na dtonn, 'S me ag imeacht lem' ghra thart saile anonn. Ar bh6rd a tsoithigh thug mise fa dear, Bean is paiste is claidhre de fhear. Labhair me leis. "Nach trom do chroi", D'fhag tusa daoine faoi chlar na lui. Bhi crith ina lamh - bhi cur le na bheal, Labhair se le mionna - d'inis se 'n sceal. "Ni mise Power ach Carey c6ir", Agus dhiol me mo chairde ar ghinieacha 6ir. Ansin chuir se lamh ina ph6ca isteach, Agus tharraing- se piostal dubh fada amaeh. Scaoil muid urchair - scaoil mise fa thri, Th it se 's mo choinne gan mh6thu gan bhri. B'fhada mo thriall 'sba mh6r mo chra croi, Ta fhios agaibh anois gur labhair an dli. Fa 'n seo amarach beidh m' anam gan chorp, I bhfad 6 m6 mhuinntir in uaigh gan mare. Ach coinnigi cuimhne 'sa bhaile 's i gcein, Gur scaoil me an claidhre 's me mo shabhail fein. Na deanaigi dearmad ar a Dalach go deo, Fa ghleannta Ghaothdobhair 'fhad bheas sibh beo. S6amas Mac Giolla Bhrfde. 93