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The poems of Alexander Macdonald (Mac Mhaighstir Alasdair)

Modern poetry in Scottish Gaelic begins with the brilliant, controversial figure of Alexander MacDonald, better known as Alasdair Mac Mhaighstir Alasdair, who was active during the eighteenth century. His only collection, Aiseirigh na Seann Chànain Albannaich (1751), was the first printed book to be published in any Celtic language. His patriotic poems mocked those who had failed to support the Jacobite cause (such as the Campbells), and in “A Chanibal Dhuidsich” George II is mocked as a German cannibal. Not surprisingly, the book was considered treasonable, and burned by the hangman in Edinburgh.

Here, in Gaelic, French, and English is one of his best known poems:

Oran a rinneadh ‘sa bhliadhna 1746 A Song Composed in the Year 1746

From the same site (with translations from John Lorne Campbell‘s 1932 book) are many others:

Oran Nuadh A New Song
O Thearlaich Mhic Sheumais! O Charles Son of James
Clo Mhic Ille Mhicheil (?) The Cloth of McGhille Micheil
Oran Mhorair Mhic Shiomoin An Elegy on Lord Lovat
Oran nam Fineachan Gaidhealach The Song of the Clans
Oran Do’n Phrionnsa A Song to the Prince
Oran Eile Do’n Phrionnsa Another Song to the Prince
Mile marbhphaisg air ant-saoghal On This Age a Thousand Curses
Mhorag Chiatach Achuil Dualaich Graceful Morag of the Ringlets
A channibal Dhuidsich O German Cannibal
Fuigheall A Fragment
Gairm do Phrionnsa Teàrlach A Call to Prince Charles
O togamaid oirnn thar uisge O Let us Go over the Sea
Fuigheall eile Another Fragment
Brosnachadh eile do na Gàidheil Another incitement for the Gaels

Various downloadable Jacobite books of verse

Jacobite songs and ballads by Macquoid, Gilbert Samuel

Jacobite Lyrics (Volume 29) – Snyder, Franklyn Bliss

Stuart and Jacobite Lyrics (Volume 13) – Snyder, Franklyn Bliss

Jacobite minstrelsy; with notesJacobite minstrelsy

Reliques of Irish Jacobite poetry; – John O’Daly

Jacobite Songs And Ballads Of Scotland – Charles Mackay

Songs of the cavaliers and roundheads, Jacobite ballads, &c. &c. – Thornbury, Walter, 1828-1876

English Jacobite ballads, songs & satires, etc. From the mss. at Towneley hall, Lancashire – Grosart, Alexander Balloch, 1827-1899

The Jacobite Relics of Scotland: Being the Songs, Airs, and Legends, of the Adherents to the … – James Hogg

An t-Aosdàna; or a selection of the most popular Gaelic Jacobite songs, [etc.], [etc.] – Mackenzie, John, 1806-1848

The poetical works of Alexander Macdonald, the celebrated Jacobite poet : now first collected, with a short account of the author – MacDonald, Alexander, ca. 1695-ca. 1770

Jacobite melodies : a collection of the most popular legends, ballads and songs of the adherents to the house of Stuart ; with historical and explanatory notes

Innes’s edition of the songs of Scotland : selected from the works of her eminent poets ; including the celebrated Jacobite songs of the rebellion of 1745, and other favorites, introduced in the Lectures on Scottish minstrelsy by Mr. Wilson ; to whom this collection is respectfully dedicated

Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway song: with historical and traditional notices relative to the manners and customs of the peasantry – Cromek, R. H. (Robert Hartley), 1770-1812

Poets and dreamers : studies & translations from the Irish – Gregory, Lady, 1852-1932

New Collected Rhymes – Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912

Ode to a Wounded Foot and Lament of Donald MacDonald

These translations by David Wishart are of two Latin odes written by Donald Roy MacDonald who was at Culloden and fighting alongside Keppoch and saw him fall. There are many references to Donald Roy in Volume II of the Lyon in Mourning and he was clearly one of Robert Forbes “favourites”. The translation came about by the tireless efforts of Noni Brown and I have included David’s letter to her below:


Glad you liked the translations, although I wouldn’t, myself, describe them as ‘wonderful’: I was going for one-to-one accuracy, a literal version as opposed to a literary one. Turning the pieces into English poetry (which, perhaps, is how they ought to be treated) would require a much less rigid approach, using my text only as a starting point—please feel free to do this or have it done, if you’ve a mind.

Regarding accuracy, an apology: I’ve solved the problem of the ‘per’ (see footnote 4) in the last stanza of the first poem, and in consequence I’m kicking myself for being a complete idiot (so much for expertise!), because given that there are other flaws/miscopyings in the text I should’ve thought of it in the first place.

‘Per curo’ is a misprint for the single word ‘percurro’, ‘I run through’, and taking it as such (or rather, as ‘read over’, which is an okay translation in this case) makes the Latin perfectly clear and correct: ‘Sitting all day by the blazing hearth, I read over some books, particularly…’ Could you amend the translation accordingly, and replace the current wording of the footnote with: ‘Reading “per curo” as “percurro”, “I run through”?

All the best
David WIshart

Ode on the Foot of Donald Macdonald, wounded at the Battle of Culloden by a leaden musket-ball

Alas! How many heroes fell in the too-bloody battle of Culloden, whose bodies lay despoiled at daybreak!

I saw the son of Col[1] (I shudder in the telling of it) fall at our side, from whom no-one who challenged him to equal fight had [ever] snatched the palm. Instead of a grave, these men were left to the ravening beasts of the field, while as many as still lived were torn apart by savage wounds.

A terrible ball from a hollow musket spitting lightning and fire, whistling[2] through the air, pierced my foot with huge force. It tore not only the flesh, the delicate fibres and the tendons but the very bones, and shearing through the leather bindings it despoiled me all at once of my shoe.

Now I will go about lame in one foot, like the black archetype-smith,[3] treading [lit. ‘striking’] with difficulty the grass of the verdant plain. Not for me, now, as before, the joys of hunting, of dancing [lit. ‘jumping’], of swimming, nor do I care to touch the swelling breasts of young girls.

When I seek my bed at night, desirous of rest, sleep closes my eyes very rarely, and [only] briefly, because of the excessive pain in my wounded foot.

In the morning, when I leave my warm nest, there gather round me old women [reading ‘vetulae’] and old men, asking [reading ‘rogantes’] me much about the war of Charles and the Butcher [Cumberland].

Sitting the whole day through by the blazing hearth, I read through some books, particularly [those concerning] the wars set to verse by the blind poet [i.e. Homer][4].

Meanwhile, it is the conscientious doctor’s care to treat my wounded limb, and I pray the benign Creator of the World to favour what he has undertaken.


The Lamentation of Donald Macdonald, in Hiding after the Battle of Culloden

Ah, what solitude I bear as I wander the sheer peaks of the mountains, through the many [lit. ‘several’] glens, the caves in the rocks, and the bristling heather!

In the forests now my companions are the deer, my comforters, with their cries, the cuckoos; now the doves lessen my weariness with their soft murmur.

A great force of soldiers pursue[d] me, because I refuse[d] to betray Prince Charles. But I strove to pass safely through the weapons of my enemies.

Countless ants, midges and wasps swarm, with heat and cold in turn, as if they have made treaty[5] with the Duke of Cumberland.

Not so terrible to me is George, whom Great Britain obeys as her lord, as are the little midges, than whom the Butcher Duke himself is scarcely a more pitiless enemy!

They always find my hiding-places, they fly into my face, they pierce my skin with their wound-inflicting bites [lit. ‘beaks’] and sate their bellies with my blood.

Long we fought bravely, on both sides; many bodies of midges were laid low on the earth, and my face was covered with many wounds.

Finally, overcome by the number of my enemies, I fled, seeking the steep places of the mountains, and immediately the hateful swarm followed me, wherever I went.

I was not [lit. ‘scarcely’] rid of this pestiferous crowd until, in my misery, a wind sprang up, and breathing on the midges dispersed them and sent them with its breath to hell [lit. ‘across the waters of the Styx’].

A more longed-for day will scarcely come for me until George is dead, and a new king succeeds to the throne who wishes to be kinder to his people.

Day and night I pray in my heart that either this shining day will come or that a war bloodier than before will vex the kingdoms of Britain.

Oh, if that time reaches my ears, I will dare to leave my hiding-places, and setting George’s menacing weapons at nought to give myself [back] openly to the world.

[1] McColl; the Latin footnote translates as ‘Keppoch, whose father’s name was Col’.

[2] Latin footnote on ‘sibilans’, ‘whistling’/’whispering: Better – as the author himself said – ‘flying’.

[3] Latin footnote: Vulcan.

[4] I’m not absolutely sure about this verse: that ‘per’ must go, somehow, with ‘tota luce’, ie ‘throughout the whole day’, but it’s misplaced, unnecessary, and shouldn’t take an ablative. Possibly it reproduces the English word order, ‘the whole day through’ – which is how I’ve translated it – as opposed to ‘throughout the day’; in Latin, ‘per totam diem’. Also, there’s no infinitive with ‘curo’ (‘I care for’): a literal translation here would be ‘I care for various books.’

[5] ‘Sanscissunt’ doesn’t exist. I’m reading it as ‘sanci[sc]unt’, from ‘foedus sancire’, to conclude a treaty.

Rare 1st and 2nd editions found

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Control Number J000155432
ISBN J000155432
Main Author/Editor Graham, Dougal, 1724-1779
Title A full and particular account of the rebellion: in the years 1745 and 1746 : Giving a full account of all the battles, seiges, skirmishes, and secret conspiracies, both in Scotland and England
Edition The second edition / greatly enlarg’d and corrected by the author Dougal Graham
Publication Glasgow : printed for, and sold by Dougal Graham merchant in Glasgow; and Alexander Young merchant in Stirling, 1752
Pagination [2], 100p ; 14cm
Published Reference ESTC citation no.: T184917
Dewey Class Number 941.072
Control Number J000155433
ISBN J000155433
Main Author/Editor Graham, Dougal, 1724-1779
Title A full and particular account of the rebellion in the years 1745-6 / composed by the poet D. Graham, in Stirling-shire he lives at hame. To the tune of, The gallant Grahams ; To which is added, several other poems by the same author
Publication Glasgow : printed for, and sold by James Duncan in the Salt-market the second shop below Gibson’s Wynd, M DCC XLVI [1746]
Pagination [1], xii, 84p ; 15cm
Title Glasgow courant
Mitchell Note Rare first edition of a title that was subsequently published in nine editions
First leaf reproduces an advertisement for the book from the Glasgow Courant of 29 September 1746
Mitchell Item Note In box
Dewey Class Number 941.072