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I am monarch of all I survey;
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Ta mish Ree harrish ooilley ny hee’m;
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About rights, not one falling out;
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Mysh cairys gyn nane tuittym magh
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From the centre all round to the sea
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Voish yn vean ooilley runt gys y cheayn
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I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
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Ta mee Çhiarn er yn eeyn as yn baagh.
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In feeding what pleasure there is!
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Ayns faasaghey cre’n taitnys eh!
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That wisdom sees in your face?
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Ta creenaght fakin ayns dty oaie?
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Better to dwell amongst alarm,
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Ny share cummal mastey anvea,
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Than rule in this so miserable place.
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Ny reill sy vooal shoh ta cha treih.
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I am out of humanity's reach,
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Ass roshtyn cloan ghooiney ta mee,
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I must travel alone,
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Shegin dou my lomyrkyn troailt,
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Without hearing any word;
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Fegooish clashtyn fockle erbee;
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Bu afraid when I speak.
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Agh agglit tra ta mee loayrt.
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The beasts that walk in the valley
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Ny beashtyn ta shooyl ayns y choan
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They don’t pay much heed of me;
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Cha vel ad coyrt dou monney geill;
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Unacquainted with man or children,
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Gyn ainjys er dooiney ny cloan,
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Their tameness puts a shiver in my flesh.
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Nyn daanys cur craue ayns my eill.
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Society, Companions and Love,
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Sheshaght sleih, Comraagyn as graih
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Bestowed on people by God,
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Ta giootit er sleih liorish Jee,
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O, had I the wings of a dove
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Oh, dy beagh aym skianyn colmane
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Soon I would fly to my home
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Dy leah etleein gys my hie
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My sorrows to make less,
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My heaghyn dy yannoo ny sloo,
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In knowledge and and religion grow;
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Ayns tushtey as craueeaght gaase;
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And learn from wisdom more,
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As gynsagh voish creenaght ny smoo,
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Through youth also for a measure.
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Fud aegid myrgeddin son saase
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Wisdom; what wealth so dear,
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Craueeaght; cre’n verçhys cha deyr
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Is dwelling in the comforting word,
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Ta cummal sy fockle gerjoil
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Better than silver and gold
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Ny share na yn argid as airh
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To be found in all the world,
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Ry-gheddyn ayns ooilley yn seihll
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Yet, the harmonious sound of mankind
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Ny-yeih cha ren bingys sheelnaue
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Never did reach the rocks, or valley
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Rieau roshtyn ny chreggyn, ny choan
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The saints of the Lord singing
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Ny nooghyn y Çhiarn goaill arrane
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When it would be the sabbath itself.
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Tra veagh laa yn doonagh hene ayn.
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You winds that have driven me away,
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Shiuish gheaygyn t’er neiyrt mee ersooyl
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Bring to the wilderness in time,
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Cur shiu lesh gys yn faasagh ayns traa
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Good news from land that is behind me
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Naigh mie voish yn çheer ta my chooyl
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That I will never see again
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Nagh jeanyms reesht fakin dy bra
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My friends, are they now and then
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My charjyn vel ad nish as reesht
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Give a desire to follow me each day???
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Cur yeearree geiyrt orrym dagh laa
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Tell me that I have a friend too,
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Insh dou dy vell charrey aym neesht
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Though a friend I will never see.
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Gaa charrey nagh vaikym dy bra
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Very quickly the mind wanders,
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Feer tappee ta’n aigney rouaill
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As nimble as a blink of the eye,
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Cha skibbylt as meekey yn sooil
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The storm, after it leaves,
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Yn sterrym ny lurg t’eh faigail
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And the arrows of the light behind it
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As sideyn yn soiljey ny chooyl
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At thoughts on my native land
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Ec smooinaghtyn er çheer my ghooie
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In an instant my mind is there,
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Ayns thullagh ta m’aigney ayns shen
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Alas, as my memories run,
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Aless myr ta cooinaghtyn roie
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Hurriedly, doubts come in.
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Dy siragh ta dooytyn çheet ayn
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The birds that have gone on their way to bed
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Ny eenlee t’er sooyl roue dy lhie
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The beasts gone under their roof
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Ny beishtyn ersooyl fo nyn ghlea
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And I am going on my way home
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As ta mish gholl roym gys my hie
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O, I can in sleep take rest,
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O voddym ayns chadley ghoaill fea
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And mercy that comforts the heart
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As myghin ta gherjagh yn chree
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And grace that comes down from the Lord
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As grayse ta çheet neose veih yn Çhiarn
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That makes it very enjoyable.
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Ta jannoo feer taitnysagh ee
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Faragher
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Faragher
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