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    Chi mi na morbheanna
    (in the Gaelic)

    O chi, chi mi na morbheanna
    O chi, chi mi na corrbheanna
    O chi, chi mi na coireachan
    Chi mi na sgoran fo cheo.

    Chi mi gun dail an t-aite 's an d'rugadh mi
    Cuirear orm failt' 's a' chanain a thuigeas mi
    Gheibh mi ann aoidh abus gradh 'n uair ruigeam
    Nach reicinn air thunnaichean oir.


    Chi mi ann coilltean, chi mi ann doireachan
    Chi mi ann maghan bana is toraiche
    Chi mi na feidh air lar nan coireachan
    Falaicht' an trusgan de cheo.


    Beanntaichean arda is aillidh leacainnean
    Sluagh ann an comhnuidh is coire cleachdainnean
    'S aotrom mo cheum a' leum g'am faicinn
    Is fanaidh mi tacan le deoin.


    Mist Covered Mountains
    (English translation)

    Oh, roe, soon shall I see them, oh,
    Hee-roe, see them, oh see them.
    Oh, roe, soon shall I see them,
    the mist covered mountains of home!
    There shall I visit the place of my birth.
    They'll give me a welcome the warmest on earth.
    So loving and kind, full of music and mirth,
    the sweet sounding language of home.

    There shall I gaze on the mountains again.
    On the fields, and the hills, and the birds in the glen.
    With people of courage beyond human ken!
    In the haunts of the deer I will roam.


    Hail to the mountains with summits of blue!
    To the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew.
    To the women and the men ever constant and true,
    Ever ready to welcome one home!


    Mr Crane can no longer play the pipes, but he is teaching himself to play the fiddle and is relearning all his favorite pipe tunes. He's practicing in the kitchen right now. As I pasted the words to Chi mi na morbheanna in this text block, he started playing the same tune in the kitchen.

    Serendipity.  Weeping now.

    It has been a week for tears. Silent tears as I visited a dear friend in her hospice room on Sunday. She is dying from brain cancer. Tonight more silent tears for your Reed and a life lost too soon.

    {{{{{{{{Otteray Scribe}}}}}}}}

    My sincerest condolences on your loss.

    "We are slow to realize that democracy is a life; and involves continual struggle." ~ "Fighting Bob" - Robert M. LaFollette Sr.

    by Sand Hill Crane on Tue Jan 24, 2012 at 08:59:31 PM PST

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