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East from Dun Liath the lonely flat top mountain rest Fingal's Seat where from mighty rocks were cast As if some angry child in rage A giant o'er the sea salt splash. Upon the shore of Loch Chaluim Chille 1500 feet below Rocks flew through a sky of blue To knock the fluff puffed white clouds aside The child's stones teasing threw. One giant giant's rock, now still at rest, Clach Chraigisgean Which landed upon a neighbour, a pest, Who was caught pitching pinching milk From an old cow's udders breast, All hidden for none to save, The remains remain trapped beneath The boulder's stone cold grave. If in doubt So I was told Of the truth told of this tale Then lift the rock to have a peep SEE! The woman, cow, pitcher, pail. |
