Birlinn Ghoraidh Chrobhain: Na Cait Fhiadhaich

Fichead sonn air cùl nan ràmh,
Fichead buille lùghmhor;
Siùbhlaidh i mar eun a' snàmh
Is siaban thonn ga sgiùrsadh.

Hòbhan na hòbhan hò,
Hì ho rò na hùbhan,
Hòbhan na hòbhan hò
Air Birlinn Ghoraidh Chròbhain.

Suas i sheòid air bàrr nan tonn!
Sìos gu ìochdar sùigh i!
Suas an ceòl is togaibh fonn,
Tha Mac an Rìgh ga stiùireadh!

Hòbhan na hòbhan hò,
Hì ho rò na hùbhan,
Hòbhan na hòbhan hò
Air Birlinn Ghoraidh Chròbhain.

A' Bhirlinn Rìoghail, 's i a th' ann,
Siubhal-sìth na gluasad;
Sròl is sìoda àrd ri crann
'S i Bratach Olaibh Ruaidhe.

Hòbhan na hòbhan hò,
Hì ho rò na hùbhan,
Hòbhan na hòbhan hò
Air Birlinn Ghoraidh Chròbhain.

Dh'fhàg sinn Manainn mòr nan tòrr,
Èirinn a' tighinn dlùth dhuinn;
Air Ìle an fheòir tha sinn an tòir
Ged dh'èireas tonnan dubh-ghorm.

Hòbhan na hòbhan hò,
Hì ho rò na hùbhan,
Hòbhan na hòbhan hò
Air Birlinn Ghoraidh Chròbhain.

Siud e nis, an t-eilean crom
Tìr nan sonn nach diùltadh,
Stòp na dibhe thoirt air lom
'S bidh fleadh air bonn san Dùn duinn.

Hòbhan na hòbhan hò,
Hì ho rò na hùbhan,
Hòbhan na hòbhan hò
Air Birlinn Ghoraidh Chròbhain. (x2)


Twenty stalwarts behind the oars
twenty vigorous strokes
She will travel like a swimming bird
with the foam of the waves lapping her

Up with the hero on the crest of the waves!
Down to the bottom, drag her!
Up the music and raise a chorus!
The Prince is steering her!

She is the Royal Galley
With faery-like grace in her movement
Satin and silk banners high a-mast
It is the banner of Red Olave

We left Big Man of the hills
Ireland coming close to us
We’re in pursuit of grassy Islay
Although blue-black waves rise

It’s yonder now, the crooked isle,
The champion’s land that wouldn’t reject him,
A pail of drink to imbibe while nude,
There will be a feast at the foot of the brown fort!