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go húan duibhne rig ad réim.
Chomhluath is fhuicfeas tú an cló,
Na áras dó foirbhidh sén.
Na dhiaidh sin siubhail gach tír,
Ar fhud Alban go mín mall.
Acht ort onach bfuil ab feidhm,
Na tabhair céim in gort gall.
Da éis sin taisdil gach tond,
Go crích Eireand na bfond bfial.
Ge beag ar na bbraithribh thú,
Gluais ar amharc a súl siar.
Gach seancha gan seanchus saóbh,
Gach fear dáno nar aomh brég.
Cumand eadrad agas iad,
A leabhrain bhig biadh go hég.
Gach neach do ghradhaigh an chóir,
Do tsiol adhaimh roimh ni guais.
Aca sin dena do nid,
Romhad aleabhrain bhig gluais.
Glvais."
Chomhluath is fhuicfeas tú an cló,
Na áras dó foirbhidh sén.
Na dhiaidh sin siubhail gach tír,
Ar fhud Alban go mín mall.
Acht ort onach bfuil ab feidhm,
Na tabhair céim in gort gall.
Da éis sin taisdil gach tond,
Go crích Eireand na bfond bfial.
Ge beag ar na bbraithribh thú,
Gluais ar amharc a súl siar.
Gach seancha gan seanchus saóbh,
Gach fear dáno nar aomh brég.
Cumand eadrad agas iad,
A leabhrain bhig biadh go hég.
Gach neach do ghradhaigh an chóir,
Do tsiol adhaimh roimh ni guais.
Aca sin dena do nid,
Romhad aleabhrain bhig gluais.
Glvais."
A Little Address, composed by Mr. John Carswell, to
this same little Book.
Move forward, little book,
Visit every man in your turn:
As soon as you reach the printing press,
Let not your journey stop there.
After that, traverse every country
In Albion's land, mild and slow.
Visit every man in your turn:
As soon as you reach the printing press,
Let not your journey stop there.
After that, traverse every country
In Albion's land, mild and slow.
