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Tour Scotland Chì Mi Na Mòr-Bheanna Video
Tour Scotland Chì Mi Na Mòr-Bheanna Video. Chì mi na mòrbheanna is a Scottish song that was written in 1856 by Highlander John Cameron, Iain Camshroin, a native of Ballachulish, and known locally in the Gaelic fashion as Iain Rob and Iain Òg Ruaidh. He worked in the slate quarries before moving to Glasgow where he was engaged as a ship's broker. He became the Bard of the Glasgow Ossianic Society and also Bard to Clan Cameron. He returned to carry on a merchant's business along with his elder brother and to cultivate a small croft at Taigh a' Phuirt, Glencoe, in his beloved Highlands. Other songs and odes appeared in The Oban Times and in various song books. He was buried in St. Munda's Isle in Loch Leven. Wreaths of oak leaves and ivy covered the bier. The song is a longing for home and, with its wistful, calming melody and traditional ballad rhythms, is often used as a lullaby. The song was also played during the funeral of John F. Kennedy.
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I See The Big Mountains
O, I see, I see the big mountains;
O, I see, I see the big mountains;
O, I see, I do see the corries,
I see the mist-covered glens.
I see as I linger the land of my birth;
I am welcomed in the language I cherish.
I will receive there hospitality, and love when I reach it
That I'd trade not for tons of gold.
O, I see ...
I see there woods, and I see there thickets,
I see there the fair and most fertile of meadows;
I see there the deer on the ground in the corries
Hiding in mantles of mist.
O, I see ...
Lofty mountains and resplendent ledges,
There dwell my own folk, kind folk of honor.
Light is my step as I leap up to meet them;
'Tis with pleasure I'll stay there a while.
O, I see ...
Hail to the blue-green grassy knolls;
Hail to the great peaked hummocky mountains;
Hail to the forests, hail to all there,
Content I would live there forever.
O, I see ...
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