1.
O Halloo nyn ghooie,
O Chliegeen ny s’ bwaaie
Ry gheddyn er ooir aalin Yee;
Ta dt’ Ardstoyl Reill-Thie
Myr Baarool er ny hoie
Dy reayll shin ayns seyrsnys as shee.
2.
Tra Gorree yn Dane,
Haink er traie ec y Lhane,
Son Ree Mannin v’eh et’ ny reih;
’S va creenaght veih Heose
Er ny chur huggey neose
Dy reill harrin lesh cairys as graih.
3.
Ren nyn ayryn g’imraa,
Va Nooghyn shenn traa
Yn Sushtal dy Hee fockley magh;
Shegin yeearree peccoil
Myr far aileyn Vaal
Ve er ny chur mow son dy bragh.
4.
Vec ooasle yn Theihll
Ayns creoighys tooilleil,
Ta traaue ooir as faarkey, Gow cree –
Ny jarrood yn fer mie
Ta coadey ’n lught-thie
Ren tooilleil liorish Logh Galilee.
5.
D’eiyr yn sterrm noon as noal,
Yn baatey beg moal,
Fo-hârey hug Eh geay as keayn;
Trooid ooilley nyn ghaue,
Ta’n Saualtagh ec laue
Dy choadey nyn Vannin veg veen.
6.
Lhig dorrinyn brâ,
Troggal seose nyn goraa,
As brishey magh ayns ard arrane;
Ta nyn groink aalin glass,
Yn vooir cummal ass,
As coadey lught-thie as shioltane.
7.
Nyn Ellan fo-hee,
Cha boir noidyn ee,
Dy bishee nyn eeastyn as graïn;
Nee’n Chiarn shin y reayll
Voish strieughyn yn theihll
As crooinnagh lesh shee ’n ashoon ain.
8.
Lhig dooin boggoil bee,
Lesh annym as cree,
As croghey er gialdyn yn Chiarn;
Dy vodmayd dagh oor,
Treishteil er e phooar,
Dagh olk ass nyn anmeenyn ’hayrn.
1.
O land of our birth,
O gem of God’s earth,
O Island so strong and so fair;
Built firm as Barrool,
Thy throne of Home Rule
Makes us free as thy sweet mountain air.
2.
When Orry, the Dane,
In Mannin did reign,
’Twas said he had come from above;
For wisdom from heav’n
To him had been giv’n
To rule us with justice and love.
3.
Our fathers have told
How Saints came of old,
Proclaiming the Gospel of Peace;
That sinful desires,
Like false Baal fires,
Must die ere our troubles can cease.
4.
Ye sons of the soil,
In hardship and toil,
That plough both the land and the sea,
Take heart while you can,
And think of the Man
Who toiled by the Lake Galilee.
5.
When fierce tempests smote
That frail little boat,
They ceased at His gentle command;
Despite all our fear,
The Saviour is near
To safeguard our dear Fatherland.
6.
Let storm-winds rejoice,
And lift up their voice,
No danger our homes can befall;
Our green hills and rocks
Encircle our flocks,
And keep out the sea like a wall.
7.
Our Island, thus blest,
No foe can molest;
Our grain and our fish shall increase;
From battle and sword
Protecteth the Lord,
And crowneth our nation with peace.
8.
Then let us rejoice
With heart, soul, and voice,
And in the Lord’s promise confide;
That each single hour
We trust in His power
No evil our souls can betide.