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I am the mountainy singer —

The voice of the peasant’s dream,

The cry of the wind on the wooded hill,

The leap of the fish in the stream.

Quiet and love I sing —

The carn on the mountain crest,

The cailin in her lover’s arms,

The child at its mother’s breast.

Beauty and peace I sing —

The fire on the open hearth,

The cailleach spinning at her wheel,

The plough in the broken earth.

Travail and pain I sing —

The bride on the childing bed,

The dark man labouring at his rhymes,

The ewe in the lambing shed.

Sorrow and death I sing —

The canker come on the corn,

The fisher lost in the mountain loch,

The cry at the mouth of morn.

No other life I sing,

For I am sprung of the stock

That broke the hilly land for bread,

And built the nest in the rock!