OLAND, Land of my heart, There sinks my joy in the waters! O Alba, ne'er would I leave thee, But now I go with my lover! I waft farewell o'er the waters To you, Dun-finn and Dun-fiagh, My love to the hills above you, My love to the isle of Drayno! O wood of Cone, green wood Where Ainli roved in the morning, Too short the days that I sigh for, No more in Alba with Naisi! Glen of Laith, Glen of Laith, Where warm I slept in thy covert, On badger's brawn and on venison You feasted me, Glen of Laith! Glen Masan, Glen Masan, Long grow the leaves of thy hart's-tongues; But never more shall ye rock me, O grassy creeks of Masan! But thou, Glen Eta, Glen Eta, Where first I ordered my homestead, O happy thou mad'st my rising, Sweet nook of the sun, Glen Eta! Glen of the Roes, Glen-da-Rua, Blest be the man who loves thee! Sweet shouts over bending branches The cuckoo in Glen-da-Rua! O Drayno of sounding shore, White gleams the sand through thy water, Dear Drayno, ne'er would I leave thee, But now I go with my lover! |