M' Fhearann Saidhbhir / Nellie Garvey's Favourit / 'G Ioman Nan Gamhan 's Mi Muladach / Jerry's Pipe Jig - Julie Fowlis

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.