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Oh! dy darragh yn laa er skianyn ny geayee,
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Oh! May the day come on the wings of the wind,
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Ny siyrragh myr side as y vhow,
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Or hurry like an arrow from the bow,
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Dy chur lesh thie reesht, yn chloan v’er ny eiyrt
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To bring home again, the children that were driven
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Voish Mannin veg veein; s’deyr t’ee dou.
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From dear little Mann, how dear she is to me.
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Agh aless! oh aless! cha jig eh de braa,
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But alas! Oh Alas! It will never come,
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Ayns dorraghys doo t’eh ny lhie;
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It lies in black darkness;
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Cha nee skianyn ny geayee, ny side as y vhow,
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Not the wings of the wind, nor arrow from a bow,
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Dy braa ver lesh reeshtagh eh thie.
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Will ever bring it home again.
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Ny yeih ta treishteil, myr rollage ayns yn aer,
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Nevertheless, there is hope, like a star in the sky,
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Ga sy dorragheys ry’ akin dy plain,
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Although in darkness, plainly visible,
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Dy bee Kiannoort Hope as Turneyr yn Ven-rein,
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That Governor Hope and the Queen’s Attorney will,
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Foast leighyn mie Hostyn er chuit.
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Yet have prosecuted the good laws of England.
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Dy vod mayd reesht geaishtagh rish gerrym yn chooag,
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That we can listen again to the call of the cuckoo,
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Ayns lheeantyn rea aalin yn twoaie,
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In the beautiful flat meadows of the North
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Loghmolley, Closelake, Closechiarn, as y Laane,
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Logh Moylley, Close Lake, Close Çhiarn and the Lhen
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Close-hom, as neesht yn Close-roie.
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Close-Hom, and also Close-Ruy
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As eisht dy gholl sheear dys bwoailleeyn Broogh-jairg,
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And then to go west to the folds of Broogh Jiarg
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Tra ta’n drine coodit gial myr brellein,
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When the hawthorn is covered as bright as a sheet
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As yn kionney ta cooidit lesh cloagey dy wiee,
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And the gorse covered with a cloak of yellow
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As ny eayin mysh nyn moiraghyn cloie.
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And the lambs playing around their mothers
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Oh! Mannin veg veein, fud ellanyn y theill,
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Oh! Dear Little Mann, among the islands of the world
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Cha vel unnane ock dhooys corrym rhyt heene;
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For me not one of them is equal to yourself
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Dty sleityn, dty choanyn, dty awinyn, as croink,
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Your mountains, your valleys, your rivers, and hills,
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Veih’n Challoo er dys rhein yn Ayr.
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From the Calf as far as the sheading of Ayr.
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Foddee ad taggloo jeh Mexico as jeh Peru,
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They can talk of Mexico and of Peru,
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Raad ta quarreeyn dy argid as d’airh,
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Where there are quarries of silver and of gold,
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As cheernyn y Shiar, nyn draighyn va rieu
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And the countries of the east, their shores that were ever
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Er nyn goodagh lesh pearlyn feer deyr.
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Covered with very precious pearls.
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Agh Mannin veg veein, still dhooys ta ny ’sdeyr,
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But dear little Mann, still for me is more precious,
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E aalid ta still ayns my hooil;
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Her beauty is still in my eye;
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She Mannin veg veein cha voddyms yarrood, -
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It is dear littel Mann I cannot forget,-
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Ta mee Manninagh dooie voish yn twoaie.
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I’m a true Manxman from the North.
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CRONK BALLAVARRY.
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CRONK BALLAVARRY.
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