Seo mar chunna sùilean òga
Ro-hò, thugaibh, thugaibh i-rì
A dh'fhairich saoghal bha trom, fo-bhròn
Ro-hò hì-o, hì-o
Ro-hò, thugaibh, thugaibh i-rì
A dh'fhairich saoghal bha trom, fo-bhròn
Ro-hò hì-o, hì-o
'S mi a' dìreadh sleibhtean Tìr na Fèinne
'S a tearnadh coiltean bhailtean cèine.
Ana-ceartas air a chlèith,
Tha an t-àm ann 'son a chuir an cèill
When those in power know no shame
The truth's by any other name.
'S bochd am beartas a thig gun truas
Tha an teanga blàth; tha 'n crìdhe fuar.
A' Dhòmhnaill Iain thar a' chuain
Nach èisd thu ris an fhìrinn bhuaine?
Fawning legions, empty songs
Can't hide a life of bitter wrongs
'S olc do bhriathran gràineil, faoine
A thruailleadh mathas a chinne-daonna
As pain and terror cloud the view
The faceless steal the world we knew
Tha an dà là a'tighinn air an t-saoghal
Cò thèid an cuibhreach, cò bhios saor?
The bonds of blame can be undone
For the innocence of those to come.
Thig am fuasgladh an aghaidh an t-sruth
Bidh lamhan gaolach air an stiùir.
An dà là...
Bithibh dàna, bithibh treun.
Bithibh dàna, bithibh treun.
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