It has been sighted again this year. Tha na sanasan crochaicht ris na h-uinneagan. The advertisements are posted on the windows. Tha sgiobaidhean sianta gam fasdadh. Immune crews are being hired.
Halves remain separate.
I must go to the museum as aonais duslach an fhe ir without the dust of the grass air m' aodach, on my clothes dh'fhaicinn uidheaman m' eachdraidh to see the tools of my history . I must have a book for my eyes. I must read it when facing the time. Ceileireadh 's e binn binn, seirm is seinn air a' chnoc, nuair a chromas na h-e in Shamhraidh air do mheanglain 's mil 'nan gob. Sweet, sweet the chorusing, carolling and singing on the hillock when the birds of summer alight on your sprays with honey in their beaks.