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Ta’n ghrain houree soilshean dy çheh
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The summer sun is shining hot,
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As conney freoaie çheet reesht ayns blaa
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And heather comes back into flower
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Ta’n gheay wooar hene er gholl gys shee
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The great wind itself has pacified
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Ta’n imbagh aalin gerjagh mee
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The beautiful season comforts me
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Ta tonnyn freeynagh yn vooir mooar
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The raging waves of the great sea
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Er duittym sheese nish, feagh dy liooar
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Have fallen down now; calm enough,
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Dagh cronk as coan ayns coamrey glass
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Every hill and valley in green clothing
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Lesh lussreeyn ta çheet er-ash
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With plants that are coming into season
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Ta’n imbagh fouyr er jeet dy jeean
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The autumnal season has come suddenly
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Ny magheryn geayney ta gaase creen
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The vivid green fields that ripen
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As labreeyn vees er ny laccal
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And labourers will be required
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Ny messyn sourey dy hauail
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To save the summer fruit
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Agh bee yn geurey fluigh as feayr
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But the winter will be wet and cold
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Çheet reesht ayns traa gerrid dy liooar;
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Coming back soon enough;
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Yn traa nagh voddym soie dy scrieu
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The time when I cannot sit to write
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Fo skell ny greiney er yn clieau
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Under the ray of the sun, on the mountain
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Nagh vel ain coontey ayns yn Ghoo
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Do we not have a reckoning in the Word,
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Quoi ren dy chooilley nhee y chroo
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Which created everything,
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Syn aer erskyn as er yn ooir
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In the sky above and on the Earth,
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As cummal seose eh lesh e phooar
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And upholds it with his power?
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O cur dooin graase chouds ta shin bio
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O give us grace whilst we live,
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Dy hirveish Oo ayns yn vea shoh
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To serve You in this life
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As lheein dagh annym lesh Dty ghraih
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And fill every soul with Your love
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Gys nee mayd cur my-ner Dty oaie
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Until we behold your face
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O Yee, ta liauyragh magh my vea
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O God, who lengthens out my life
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Er coontey Chreest, jean mee livrey
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On account of Christ, deliver me
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Er voish dagh loght as deyrey baaish
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From every sin and mortal condemnation
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As saue my annym liorish graase
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And save my soul through grace
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July yn nah laa, ayns yn vlein hoght cheead yeig kiare feed as nuy jeig.
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July the second, in the year eighteen hundred and ninety-nine.
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Creneash.
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Cregneash.
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Screeuit Liorish Edward Faragher
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Written By Edward Faragher
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