Mo Bheannnachd Dhan Bhàillidh Ùr

Mo bheannachd dhan bhàillidh ùr,

’S tu fhèin a choisinn an cliù

Nuair a thàinig e le thrùp

Dh’uaislean o dhùthaich MhicLeòid.

Is thàine tu led bhàirdse cruinn,

Ghabh thu timcheall air Port Rìgh;

Thogadh do shaighdearan cìs

Fhad ’s a mhaireadh strì nan dòrn.

Is thàine tu led bhàirds’ mun cuairt,

Ghabh thu timcheall ’Chinn a Tuath

Is dh’inns thu dhaibh gun gheilt gun ghruaim

Gur e ’n cuan a bha fo sròin.

Is ùr a’ chraobh on d’ rinn thu fàs,

Na bha fon talamh dhith ’s gu h-àrd

Gun mhosgan am bun no ’m bàrr

Ach an giuthas àlainn òg.

Is Dòmhnallaich sibh taobh air thaobh,

Làmh dhearg as suaicheantas dhuibh,

Long is bradan ’s leòmhann, craobh,

Gidheagan is fraoch glas òg.

My compliments to the new bailiff/factor

who earned a reputation

when he arrived with his troop

of noblemen from the land of MacLeod

You came with your barge

and went round Portree.

Your soldiers would collect tax

while the fight lasted.

You came with your barge

and went round the North End,

informing them without cowardice or gloom

that you were master of the open seas.

You are the offshoot of a vigorous tree,

in root and branch.

A beautiful young fir,

without decay in root or foliage.

You are MacDonald on both sides.

Your crest is a red hand,

a galley, a salmon, a tree, a thistle

and young green heather.