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Lucas Ashby
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Abbie Palmer
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Kevin Elam
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Beth Patterson
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Letra
A' Chlach a bha mo sheanmhair
'S mo sheanair oirre seanchas
Air tilleadh mar a dh'fhalbh i
Mo ghalghad a' Chlach
Coma leam i 'n Cearrara
An Calasraid no 'n Calbhaigh
fad' 's a tha i 'n Albainn
Nan garbhlaichean cas
'S i u ro bha ho ro hilli um bo ha
Hilli um bo ruaig thu i hilli um bo ha
'S i u ro bha ho ro hilli um bo ha
Ga cur an àite tearmainn
A chumas i gu falachaidh
'S nach urrainn iad, nach dearg iad
Air sgealb dhith thoirt às
A' Chlach a chaidh a dhìth oirnn
Air faighinn às an ìnean
'S gu deimhinne, ma thill i
Tha 'n nì sin gu math
Sèist
Mionnan air fear deàrnaidh
Gach màthair agus mac
Nach leig sinn ann an gàbhadh
Am fear a thug à sàs i
'S a mhiontraig air a teàrnadh
À àite gum tlachd
Ma chuireas iad an làmh air
Chan fhuilear dhuinn bhith làidir
Buille thoirt air a thàillibh
Le stàilinn amach
Bha 'm Ministear cho tùrsach
Sa mhadainn nuair a dhùisg e
'S praban air a shùilean
A' tionndadh amach
E coiseachd feadh an ùrlair
Ag ochanaich 's ag ùrnaigh
A' coimhead air a' chùil
Anns an d' ionndrainn e Chlach
Sin far robh an stàireachd
'S an ruith air feadh an làir ann
Gun smid aige ri ràidhtinn
Ach "Càit 'n deach a' Chlach?
'S a Mhoire, Mhoire, Mhàthair
Gu dè nì mise màireach
Tha fios a'm gum bi bhànrainn
A' fàgail a beachd"
Gun tuirt e 's dath a' bhàis air
"Cha chreidinn-sa gu bràth e
Gun togadh fear bho làr i
Nach b' àirde na speach
Tha rudeigin an dàn dhomh
'S gun cuidicheadh an tÀgh mi
Bha' n duine thug à sàs i
Cho làidir ri each
'S i u ro bha ho ro hilli um bo ha
Hilli um bo ruaig thu i hilli um bo ha
'S i u ro bha ho ro hilli um bo ha
The Stone that my grandmother
And grandfather used to talk about
Has returned as it left
My brave Stone
And I don't care whether it's in Kerrera
Calendar or Calvay
As long as it's in steep, rugged Scotland
To be put in a place of refuge
Which will conceal it safely
So that they can't, they won't manage to
Remove a single fragment of it
The stone that was lost to us
Prised from their grasp
And certainly if it has returned
That's a very good thing
Let us swear by our hand
Each and every one of us
That we will allow nothing to endanger
The man who unloosed it and dared to rescue it
From an unpleasant place
If they lay hands on him
We need to be strong and take a blow for him
With steel out!
The minister was so sorrowful when he awoke that morning
His eyes bleary as he turned out
Walking the floor, Sighing and praying
And looking at the nook
Where he'd found the stone missing
There was much pacing and running around the floor
And all he could say was "Where did the stone go?"
And "By the Holy Mother" What will I do tomorrow
I know the Queen will be beside herself!
Said he, looking deathly pale
"I'd never have believed it could be raised from the floor
By someone no bigger than a wasp
Something is to happen to me
And Heaven help me, the man unloosed it
Must have been as strong as a horse!
