Cha b' e sneachda 'san reòthadh bho thuath
Cha b'e crannadh geur fuar bho'n ear
Cha b'e uisge 'san gailleon bho'n iar
Ach an galair a blen bho'n deas
Blàth, duilleach stoc agus freumh
Cànan mo threubh 's mo shluaidh.
Séist
Thig thugainn, thig co-rium gu siar
Gus an cluinn sinn ann cànan nam Féinn
Thig thugainn, thig co-rium gu siar
Gus an cluinn sinn ann cànan nan Gàidheal
‘S iomadh gille thug greis air a' chuibhl'
‘S an dubh-oidhche thog fonn Gàidhlig a' chridh
‘S iomadh gaisgeach a' bhrosnaich 'sa bhlàir
Gu euchd nuair bu teòtha bha'n strì
O Ghàidheil! O caite ‘n deach d'uaill
‘Nad Chìne 's ‘nad chànan 's do thir?
Sèist
Ged theich i le beath' as na glinn
Ged ‘s gann an diugh chluinntear i nas mo
O Dhuthaich MhicAoidh fada tuath
Gu ruig thu Druim-Uachdar nam bo
Gigheadh dhi na h-Eileanan Siar
Bi na claidheamh ‘s na sgiath ‘nad dhòrn.
Sèist
The language of the Gaels
'Twas not the snow and frost from the North
'Twas not the bitterly cold wind from the East
'Twas not the rain and the storms from the West
But the blight from the South
That withered the blossom, the foliage, the trunk and the root
Of the language of my clan and my people.
Chorus
Come, come with me to the West
Till we hear the language of the Fingalians
Come, come with me to the West
Till we hear the language of the Gaels.
Many's a lad who took a spell on the wheel
Whose spirits were raised by a Gaelic song
Many's a hero was incited to herism in war
When the battle was raging at its hottest
O Gaels, where has your pride
In your ancestry and language gone?
Chorus
Although it fled for its life from the glens
Although it is rarely heard nowadays
From the land of MacKay in the far North
Right down to Drumochter of the cattle
Nevertheless in the Western Isles
You be armed with sword and shield.
Chorus
