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My Ellan veg ass shilley sooill,
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My little Island out of eyesight,
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Ayns mean yn aarkey soie,
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Set in the middle of the ocean,
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Ta faagit nish foddey my chooyl,
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That is now far behind me,
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Yn cheayn mygeayrt-e-mooie.
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Surrounded by the sea.
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Cha voddym cur-my-ner ny smoo,
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I cannot behold anymore,
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Raad va mish cliaghtey cloie,
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Where I used to play,
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Ga yeerree nish dy aakin shiu,
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Yet desiring now to see you,
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As er Cronk Veayl dy hoie.
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And to sit on Cronk Veayl.
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Agh ta mee nish feer foddey jeh,
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But I am now very far off,
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As rouail noon as noal,
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And wandering to and fro,
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S’liauyr ta mish gennaghtyn yn traa,
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How long I feel the time,
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Cha foddey veih my oayll.
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So far from my home.
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Ny croink raad va mee claghtey shooyl,
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The hills where I used to walk,
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Fud pooisheeyn connee,
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Through heather flowers,
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Er Cronk-ny-Arrey as Cronk Veayl,
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On Cronk-ny-Arrey and Cronk Veayl,
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Veagh mennick gerjagh mee.
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That would often console me.
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Agh ta ny laghyn shen ec kione,
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But those days are ended,
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As ta mish shenn as lheeah,
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And I am old and grey,
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As nish myr Adam as e chloan,
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And now, like Adam and his children,
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Beem’s jarroodit dy lheah.
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I will be soon forgotten.
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Slane ayd, Slane ayd, my Ellan veg,
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Farewell, farewell, my little Island,
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Cha vaikym oo dy bra,
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I will never see you,
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Ny shooyl mygeayrt reesht er y chreg,
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Or walk around again, on the rock,
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Raad cheau mee wheesh dy hraa.
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Where I spent so much time.
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Slane eu slane eu my chaarjyn, nish
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Farewell, farewell, my friends, now
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Cummal ayns Maannin veen,
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Living in dear Mannin,
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Yn Ellan veg raad ruggyr mish,
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The little Isalnd where I was born,
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Faagit ayns mean y cheayn.
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Left in the middle of the sea.
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Ny-yeih, cha vel mish coayl my chree,
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Yet, I do not lose my heart,
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Ny keayney er dty hon,
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Or cry for you,
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Son lheah bee’m currit sheesh ayns shee,
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For soon I’ll be laid down in peace,
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Dy chadley ayns y joan.
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To sleep in the dust.
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Raad nagh vel seaghyn ny translaase,
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Where there is neither sorrows nor oppression,
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Ny pooishee sowree ayn,
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Nor a summer flower,
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Ny lhie ayns oghrish yn vaase,
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Lying in the bosom of death,
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Myr Adam as e chloan.
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As are Adam and his children.
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E Faragher
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E Faragher
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