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O Land of My Fathers
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O Çheer jeh my Ayraghyn
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O Land of my Fathers, land of my love,
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O Çheer jeh my Ayraghyn, çheer jeh my ghraih,
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Dear mother of the musicians that incite and stir,
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Moir deyr ny fir chiaullee ta greinnagh as seigh,
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The heroes that were holding you above all,
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Ny treanee va cummal oo erskyn ooilley,
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The freedom shed blood on land.
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Ta’n seyrsnys lhig fuill er thalloo.
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Mannin, O, my heart is with you!
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Mannin! O, ta my chree mârish shiu!
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For as long as a sea will be,
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Choud as bee keayn,
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Your everlasting barrier,
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Dty voalagh beayn,
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To Mannin, be faithful to you,
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Gys Mannin, vees firrinagh diu
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O Land of the mountains, a singer’s heaven,
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O çheer jeh ny sleityn, flaunys fer arrane,
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The proud precipices, and hollows that are remote,
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Ny eayneeyn moyrnagh as ligg ta fadane
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And forests of green that are honourable to you
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As keylljyn dy gheayney ta dhyt onnoroil
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That excite and move the blood
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Ta greesagh as gleashagh yn uill
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Mannin, O, my heart is with you!
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Mannin! O, ta my chree mârish shiu
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For as long as a sea will be,
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Choud as bee keayn,
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Your everlasting barriers,
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Dty voalaghyn beayn,
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My tongue will be faithful to you.
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My hengey vees firrinagh diu
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And even though enemies have been over-running you,
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As gha dy vell noidyn er ve harryd roie
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Yet they could not destroy the old tongue of Mann,
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Ny-yeih shenn glare Vannin cha voddagh ad stroie
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Nor silence your songs when you were just,
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Ny cur dty arraanayn gys shee tra v’ou cair
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Nor drive the harp from your clay.
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Ny geiyrt yn chlaasagh voish dty chray.
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Mannin! O, my heart is with you!
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Mannin! O, ta my chree mârish shiu!
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For as long as a sea will be,
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Choud as bee keayn,
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Your everlasting barrier,
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Dy voalaghyn beayn,
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My tongue will be faithful to you.
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My hengey vees firrinagh diu.
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The nineteenth day of the last month of the summer in the year nineteen hundred and six. Farquhar.
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Yn nuyoo laa jeig jeh’n vee s’jerree jeh’n tourey ayns yn vlein nuy cheead yeig as shey. Farquhar.
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