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Until the merging glow of day and night And murmurous drone and singer's voice are one, And Dana's secret eyes from heaven's height Look down upon our little world at rest.
THE LAMENT OF PATRAIC MOR MAC-CRUIMIN OVER HIS SONS
The MacCruimins were hereditary pipers to the MacLeods of Skye (Inis-Scathach). The crest of the clan is a hand holding a pipe chanter, with the motto Cogadh no Sith—" Peace or War." Many stories are told of the clan. Patraic Mor, who lived in the middle of the seventeenth century, was frequently accompanied to kirk and market by seven grown-up sons, all of whom died within one twelve-months. It was on their account that the sorrowing parent composed the affecting piobai-reacht called Cumhadh NO Cloinne, or " Lament for the Children."
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AM Patraic Mor MacCruimin, Son of Domhnall of the Shroud, Piper, like my kind before me, To the household of MacLeod.
Death is in the seed of Cruimin;
All my music is a wail; Early graves await the poets
And the pipers of the Gael.
Samhain gleans the golden harvests
Duly in their tide and time, But the body's fruit is blasted
■Barely past the Bealtein prime.
Cethlenn claims the fairest fighters
Fitly for her own, her own, But my seven sons are stricken
Where no battle-pipe is blown. |
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