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My Chiarn Mayor mranne Vanninnee as deiney Manninee, Liverpool.
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My Lord Mayor. Manx women and Manxmen, of Liverpool
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T’eh jannoo taitnys vooar dou dy akin yn sheshaght mooar shoh ayns shoh noght.
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It affords me great pleasure to see this large assembly here tonight.
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Ta mee credjal dy vel quaaltysyn gollrish shoh cooney dy chiangle shin ny s’chenney cooidjagh ayns thalloo joarree; as ta unnaneys niart. Ec y traa myr shoh nyn smooinaghtyn chyndaa ny smoo gys yn Ellan ain: Mannin veg veen ayns mean y cheayn,” as gys traaghyn ta er-sooyl; ny myr ta’n arrane gra:—
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I think that meetings like this help to bind us closer togther in a strange land; and union is strength. At a time like this our thoughts turn more to our Island: Dear little Mann in the midst of the sea, and to the times that are past; or as the song says :--
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Eisht ta cooinaghtyn meiygh as millish
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Then memories sweet and tender
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Cheet rhyms myr yn kiaulleeaght;
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Come like music's living flow;
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Jeh ny chreeaghn ayns mannin,
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Of the hearts in Ellan Vannin,
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Quoi va orrym feer graihagh
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That loved me long ago.
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Ta mee treishteil dy bee dy chooilley unnane jiu bio son ymmodee dy bleeantyn dy eamaghey lesh cree as coraa :
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I trust that you will all live for many years to cry with heart and voice:
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Ellan Vannin veg villish veen dy bragh
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Dear sweet little Isle of Mann for ever.
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