Oh My Country
An emigrant song in praise of Uist. The beautiful words were written
By Allan MacPhee who lived at Loch Carnan, South Uist.
O my country are on my mind
O mo dhuthaich' stu th'air m'aire
Fresh, fragrant Uist of the saplings,
Uibhist chumhraidh ur anan gallan,
Where the noble men are found
Far a faighte na daoin' uaisle,
Who gave their hereditary allegiance to "Mac ic Ailein".
Far 'm bu dual do Mha 'ic Ailein.
Land of seabed, land of barley
Tir a' mhurain, tir an eorna
Land of abundance of every kind
Tir 's am pailt a h-uile seorsa
Where the young lads will be
Far am bi na gillean oga
Singing songs and drinking beer
Gabhail oran 's 'g ol an lionna
They will come to us cunning and wily
Thig iad ugainn, carach, seolta
In order to entice us from our homes
Gus ar mealladh far ar n-eolais;
They will praise Manitoba to us
Molaidh iad dhuinn Manitoba,
A cold country with no coal and no peat!
Duthaich fhuar gun ghual, gun mhoine.
I don't need to say
Cha leig mi leas a bhith 'ga innse,
That when we reach it we'll see it
Nuair a ruigear, 'sann a chithear,
A short summer and a peaceful autumn
Samhradh goirid foghar sitheil,
A long winter of bad weather.
Geamhradh fada na droch-shide
If I had riches
Nam biodh agam fhin de storas
A change of clothes and a pair of shoes
Da dheis aodaich, paidhir bhrogan
And my prayer in my pocket
Agus m'fharadh bhith 'nam phoca
It is to Uist that I would be sailing.
'Sann air Uibhist dheanainn seoladh.
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