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Lines written on leaving home for the Irish fishing
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Lines written on leaving home for the Irish fishing
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Ta’n imbagh er jeet reeisht
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The season has come again,
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Dy gholl harrish yn cheayn
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To go over the sea,
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Voish caarjyn deyr ayns Skylley Chreest
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From dear friends in Rushen Parish,
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As faagail Mannin veen
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And leave dear Mannin.
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Son boayl ny stermyn trome
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For a place of heavy storms,
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As faarkaghyn feer wooar
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And very large oceans,
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Er yn Atlantic feayn as lhome
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On the wide and bare Atlantic
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Dy ve ayns gaue dagh ooar
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To be in danger every hour
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Agh ta shin ayns e laue
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But we are in his hand
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Ta geayghyn fo e smaght
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Winds are under his control
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As ayns dy chooilley stayd dy ghaue
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And in every state of danger
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Ta Eshyn ghoaill jean baght
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He observes us.
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Nyn gaarjyn nish faagail
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Our friends; now leaving,
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Choud’s vees yn imbagh roie
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Whilst the season runs (its course),
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Er keayn as thalloo dy rouaill
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To wander on sea and land,
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Foddey veih çheer nyn ghooie
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Far from our native land.
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Foast jerkal dy hyndaa
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Yet expecting to come back,
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Gys Ellan veg y ghree
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To the little Island of the hearts,
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Goaill foddeeaght gys hig yn laa
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Longing, until the day comes,
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Ayn fod mayd fakin ee
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In which we may see her.
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Slane lhiu my chaarjyn nish
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Farewell now my friends,
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Yeearree diu slaynt as bea
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Wishing you health and life,
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Dy vod mayd ooilley cummal rish
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That we may all endure,
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Dy churt dooin she-dy-vea
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To give us a welcome home.
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My vees mayd eisht er-mayrn
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If we be then still alive,
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Tra vees nyn droailt ec kione
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When our journey has ended,
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Dy hebbal booise da Chreest yn Çhiarn
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To profer thanks to Christ the Lord
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As paagey Mraane as Cloan
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And kiss Women and Children.
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Farquhar
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Farquhar
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