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Black text on a white backgrounds, reads: Gaelic: Ach nis, a Shellar, fhuair thu bàs ’S ma fhuair thu ceartas fhuair thu blàths An tcine leis ’n a loisg thu càch Gum faigh thu fhéin gu leòr dheth English: But now, Sellar, you are dead And if justice has been done you are warm! The fire with which you burnt others May you yourself have enough of it. Scots: Sellar, daith has ye in his grip; Ye needna think he’ll let ye slip. Justice ye’ve earned, and, by the Book, A warm assize ye winna jouk. The fires ye lit tae gut Strathnaver Ye’ll feel them noo—and roast forever. [From Scottish Studies 1964: 104-6, Gaelic verse as sung by Andrew Stewart; English trans. John MacInnes; Scots trans. Hamish Henderson.]
Black text on a white backgrounds, reads: Gaelic: Ach nis, a Shellar, fhuair thu bàs ’S ma fhuair thu ceartas fhuair thu blàths An tcine leis ’n a loisg thu càch Gum faigh thu fhéin gu leòr dheth English: But now, Sellar, you are dead And if justice has been done you are warm! The fire with which you burnt others May you yourself have enough of it. Scots: Sellar, daith has ye in his grip; Ye needna think he’ll let ye slip. Justice ye’ve earned, and, by the Book, A warm assize ye winna jouk. The fires ye lit tae gut Strathnaver Ye’ll feel them noo—and roast forever. [From Scottish Studies 1964: 104-6, Gaelic verse as sung by Andrew Stewart; English trans. John MacInnes; Scots trans. Hamish Henderson.]
Black text on a white backgrounds, reads: Gaelic: Ach nis, a Shellar, fhuair thu bàs ’S ma fhuair thu ceartas fhuair thu blàths An tcine leis ’n a loisg thu càch Gum faigh thu fhéin gu leòr dheth English: But now, Sellar, you are dead And if justice has been done you are warm! The fire with which you burnt others May you yourself have enough of it. Scots: Sellar, daith has ye in his grip; Ye needna think he’ll let ye slip. Justice ye’ve earned, and, by the Book, A warm assize ye winna jouk. The fires ye lit tae gut Strathnaver Ye’ll feel them noo—and roast forever. [From Scottish Studies 1964: 104-6, Gaelic verse as sung by Andrew Stewart; English trans. John MacInnes; Scots trans. Hamish Henderson.]
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