Latha Glan Sheonaidh
An cuala sibh, an creideadh sibh
an cois gach dreuchd iongantach
g'eil fear tighinn beo ri cliathaich beinn
a ni a' chuis, gun deuchainn, orr'?
O eirigh grein gun duin i a suil
bith Seonaidh coir ri cuairteachadh
a'cunntais phupagan nam fiadh
gun fhios nach caill e an sgeul orra.
Martainn Mac an t-Saoir
A Fine Johnny Day
Did you know, I tell no lie
of all the most surprising jobs
there's a fellow lives by mountain slopes
who tops them all without a prob.
from rise of sun 'til she shuts her eye
Johnny wanders up and down
counting poops there left by deer
lest one has fled, or perhaps been born.
Martin MacIntyre