Thou couldst dance with grace and glee, when they sang sweet melody; The grass blade scarce would bent down be by thy quick tread so lightly. Och an och! lowly laid, och an och! lowly laid, Och an och! lowly laid, beside the fatal wall breach.” Another set of words were taken down in 1872 from the singing of _Mor Nighean Alasdair Mhic Ruaraidh_ in Barra. The English here given is not, however, a translation of this, but what is practically a third set, written by Mr. Malcolm Mac Farlane, Paisley, to give some idea of the rhythm of the tune:— “Hark the pipes’ piercing wail Sounding clear on the gale As they bear adown the vale, My brave, my noble marrow. Pride of the Heilan’s, chief of his clan, Ever in danger leading the van— Death ne’er laid a fairer man Within his chamber narrow. Day of dool! day of woe! Day that saw Evan low, Ne’er shalt thou from memory go While’s life’s dim lamp is burning. In the morn a bride was I; Wife when noonday’s sun was high; Ere its light had left the sky I was a widow mourning. What is life now to me Since they’ve ta’en ye frae me? What again can pleasure gie? What dispel my sorrow? Life was sweet, I was gay Love was short and joy’s away; Grief has come, but grief will stay, Renewed with every morrow.” “_A CHOLLA MO RUN._”