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 [bad word] 

The billowing, restless, shelving,
 Turbulent, dirty, tearing ocean

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