by Sorley MacLean
An Eilean uachdrach
a' Chuilithinn ghruamaich,
nan loch suaineach
mo luaidh's mo ghaol;'
('An Cuilithionn')
'in the high island
of the grim Cuillin,
of he winding lochs,
my glory and my love.'
From:
The Cuillin (Excerpt)
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Last updated February 16, 2023