O mo dhuthaich 'stu thair m'aire
Uibhist chumhraidh ur nan gallan
Far a faighte na daoin uaisle
Far'm bu dual do Mhac 'ic Ailein.
Tir a mhurain, tir an eorna
Tir 's am pailt a huile seorsa
Far am bi na gillean oga
Gabhaill oran 's g'ol an lionna.
Thig lad ugainn, carach, seolta
Gus ar mealladh far ar n-eolais
Molaidh iad dhuinn Manitoba
Duthaich fhuar gun ghual, gun mhoine.
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Oh My Country
O, my country you are on my mind
Fresh, fragrant Uist of the saplings
Where the noble men are found
Who gave their hereditary allegiance to Mhac 'ic Ailein.
Land of seabed, land of barley
Land of abundance of every kind
Where the young lads will be
Singing songs and drinking beer.
They will come to us cunning and wily
In order to entice us from our homes
They will praise Manitoba to us
A cold country with no coal and no peat!
Uibhist chumhraidh ur nan gallan
Far a faighte na daoin uaisle
Far'm bu dual do Mhac 'ic Ailein.
Tir a mhurain, tir an eorna
Tir 's am pailt a huile seorsa
Far am bi na gillean oga
Gabhaill oran 's g'ol an lionna.
Thig lad ugainn, carach, seolta
Gus ar mealladh far ar n-eolais
Molaidh iad dhuinn Manitoba
Duthaich fhuar gun ghual, gun mhoine.
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Oh My Country
O, my country you are on my mind
Fresh, fragrant Uist of the saplings
Where the noble men are found
Who gave their hereditary allegiance to Mhac 'ic Ailein.
Land of seabed, land of barley
Land of abundance of every kind
Where the young lads will be
Singing songs and drinking beer.
They will come to us cunning and wily
In order to entice us from our homes
They will praise Manitoba to us
A cold country with no coal and no peat!