Oran Eile Don Phrionnsa

Ged tha mo cheann air liathadh
Le deuchainnean is bron
Is grian mo leth-cheud bliadhna
Air ciaradh fo na neoil
Tha m'aigne air an lionadh
Le iarrtas tha ro mhor
A dh'fhaicinn Eilean Sgiathach
Na siantanan 's a'cheo

Tha corr 's da fhichead bliadhna
Bho'n thriall mi uait gam'dheoin
'S a chuir mi sios mo lion
Ann am meadhon baile mhoir
Is ged a fhuair mi iasgair
A lion mo thaigh le stor
Bu chuimhneachail mi riamh ort
'S bu mhiann leam bhi 'nad choir

Ach co aig a bheil cluasan
No cridh'tha gluasad beo
Nach seinneadh leam an duan seo
Mu'n truaigh'a thainig oirnn?
Na milltean a chaidh fhuadach
Thar chuain gun chuid, 's gun choir
Tha miann an cridh"s an smuaintean
Air Eilean uain'a'Cheo

Nis, cuimhnichibh ur cruadal
Is cumaibh suas ur srol
Gu'n teid an roth mu'n cuairt duibh
Le neart is cruas nan dorn
Gum bi bhur crodh air buailtean
'S gach tuathanach air doigh
'S na Sas'nnaich air am fuadach
A Eilean uain'a'Cheo

The Misty Isle (Skye)

Although my head has greyed
With forgetfulness and sadness
And the sun of my fifty years
Has darkened under the clouds
My thoughts are filled
With a great desire
To see the Isle of Skye
The elements and the mist

It is more than forty years
Since I left you willingly
And I put down my roots
In the middle of the city
And although I married a fisherman
Who filled my house with wealth
You are forever in my mind
And I long to be in your shelter

But who has ears
Or a heart which beats with life
Who will not sing this song with me
About the hardship which has befallen us?
The thousands who were cleared
Deprived of their belongings and their rights
The desires of their hearts and their thoughts
Are on the "Green Isle of the Mist"

Now remember your hardship
And keep your banner flying
For the wheel (of change) will not go round for you
Without strength and hardness of fist
Your cattle will be in their folds
And every farmer will be happy -
And the English would be ousted
From the "Green Isle of the Mist"