M' Fhearann Saidhbhir(My Land Is Rich)-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.