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Coinneach Odhar
The future in his sight
In the eye of his rounded stone
His visions became right
 
Predictions he made
On Seaforth lands
At Brahan Castle
In this shire of grand
 
One day ships will sail round the back of Tomnahurich Hill 
 
On the river Ness 
Ships did sail
On it's natural channel
Its ancient trail
 
At the back of the hill
Runs the Caledonian Canal
Thomas Telford built
Through Inverness local
 
Fairburn Tower
 
Mackenzie's of Fairburn will loose their riches
A cow will calf, in their castle of slum
His four prophecies, three came true
Which brought down the mighty ones 
 
In 1851, with the tower in ruin
In it's garret, hay was strewn
A cow gave birth, it's calf was born
Many years before, this clan in warn
 
The Deaf Caberfeidh
 
Lands to be lost
Family extinct
When one of the four go deaf
No more family link
 
Three ailments and the deafened one
Lord Seaforth's last surviving son
In 1814 he died
Casting their gifted lands aside 
 
The bridges over the River Ness
 
When five bridges cross the Ness
There would be worldwide chaos
In 1939 the fifth was built
Germany invaded Poland, powers would tilt
 
When nine bridges cross the Ness
Fire, blood and calamity he stressed
In 1987 the ninth bridge was built 
Piper Alpha blew, many lives did wilt
 
Ninian Central Platform
 
A one legged giant, breathing fire so high
Linked with Nigg, as it burned the sky
The Ninian Central platform, mono-pod for oil
Another prediction, for his prophecy toil
Built in Kishorn, which is on the West
It sits of Nigg
In the North Sea's oil fest
 
Bonar Bridge swept away
 
Over the Kyle of Sutherland
A bridge will swept by a flood
As a flock of sheep cross
Drowned in their mud and blood
 
On January the 9th 1892
Swept away by the flood
Another prediction so true
They likened the foam
To a densely packed flock of sheep
As the bridge collapsed into the deep
 
The demise of this Seer
Which led to his death
He predicted Lord Seaforth
With his Paris wench
 
Her husband cast
In a scandalous light
Which heaped embarrassment on her
And their reputation in slight
 
Lady Seaforth
On the command of her
To Chanonry Point
In a spiked barrel with tar 
 
In barbaric fashion
He was set alight
The death of this Seer
No more predictions in sight

 
The Seer remains a part of Scottish History,
although no written documents exist of his prophecies.


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