An t-Eilean lainn

Lyrics Angus MacTavish Melody Ian Thomson

 

 

Ceud mile filte don eilean lainn,

Ceud mile filte don ite bhidheach;

Ceud mile filte do Mhuile lainn,

Far an dfhuair mi mrach an lithean mige.

 

Chan ann gun slas ar lithean mige,

Cha tinig brn ann am choir san m sin;

Bu bheir mi cmhla ri cuideachd igridh,

A chluich gu sprsail san digh a bannsa.

 

A blainn riamh leam na coilltean grianach,

S am faighte n eunlaith bu bhreagha na chilidh;

A chuthag liathghorm s a chisir sgiathach,

Ri cel cho ciatach s an g-mhios Chitein.

 

S ged tha mi m aonar s mi fad o m dhaoine,

Gu brth cha chaochail mo ghaol don it ud;

Tr bhidheach, chraobhach nam beann s nan aonach,

S mo dhil bhith daonnan gum faodainn tmh ann.

 

The Beautiful Island

 

A hundred thousand welcomes to the beautiful isle

A hundred thousand welcomes to the lovely place

A hundred thousand welcomes to beautiful Mull

Where I was raised in my youth

 

Our days of youth were not without happiness

No sadness came near me at that time

I was along with young company

Playing happily in the usual way

 

I always loved the sunny woods

Where the birds were found in lovely company

The blue-grey cuckoo and the winged choir

Making lovely music in the month of May

 

And though I am alone and far from my people

Never will my love for that place die

Lovely wooded land of bens and slopes

And my intention is always to live there