M' Fhearann Saidhbhir

M' fhearann saidhbhir o hùg à
'S i hù i hò nam b' àill leibh e

M' fhearann saidhbhir, pailteas stòras
Nam biodh Dòmhnall Bàn againn.

M' fhearann saidhbhir air gach taobh dhìom
Mo chrodh-laoigh air àirighean.

Tha i tighinn 's chan ann righinn
'S coireal, cridheil, gaiseil i.

Geig air mhaidean, geig air chnagan
Cochaill, mhachail, thraghannan.

Cùlanaich air chùl a chèile
'S iad sìor èigheach sgàth oirre.

An fhairge thonnach ghaoireach ghleannach
Thonnach shalach shràcbhalach.

An fhairge ag èirigh suas ma toiseach
Cupaill coiteal càirdeisteach.

My land is rich o hùg à
‘S i hù i hò if you liked it

My land is productive with abundant
stores
If we had fair-haired Donald

My rich land surrounds me
My milk-cattle on shielings

She approaches, not reluctantly
She is passionate, cheerful, strong.

Rattle on strakes, rattle on thole-pins
Her shell damaged and exhausted

Waves piling up
Constantly shouting her destruction

The billowing, restless, shelving,
Turbulent, dirty, tearing ocean

The sea rising up round her prow
With shrouds straining and bracing.