Do Chalum Chalum, a rùin, on a dh' eug thu 's airsnealach, tinn as do dhèidh sinn; geàrr bha do rèis, geàrr do shaoghal, buan an creuchd bheum do dhaoine. 'S tusa bha mear, èibhinn, aotrom, dealasach, ceart, eirmseach, daonda; fulganach, treun gleac ri eucail, gun fhiamh, gun ghealt ri uchd èig thu. Sgoilear gun mheang, tuigseach, gleusda thionail ar fuinn, thruis gach sgeulachd. Choisinn thu cliù thall an Èirinn 's bhos an Alba mòr bha dh'fheum ort. Blàth bha do chrìdh, fialaidh, mùirneach macanta, còir, coibhneil, fiùghant'; fuaraidh an nochd aognaidh, tùrsach gaoth anns a' bheàrn nach gabh dùnadh. To Calum Beloved Calum Since you died we are sorrowful, ill; short your time short your life enduring the wound a blow to your people. You were playful amusing, light-hearted, committed, correct, witty, humane; long-suffering, brave, combating disease, unflinching, uncowardly in the face of d**h. A flawless scholar understanding, shrewd, who gathered our songs and many stories. You earned a good reputation over in Ireland and here in Scotland you were greatly needed. Your heart was warm generous, joyful, gentle, good kindly, liberal; chilly tonight gloomy, sad the wind in the gap that cannot be closed.