Текст Julie Fowlis – 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,

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