Original Scottish Gaelic

Sèist:

O, chì, chì mi na mòrbheanna;

O, chì, chì mi na còrrbheanna;

O, chì, chì mi na coireachan,

Chì mi na sgorran fo cheò.

Chì mi gun dàil an t-àite 'san d' rugadh mi;

Cuirear orm fàilte 'sa chànan a thuigeas mi;

Gheibh mi ann aoidh agus gràdh nuair ruigeam,

Nach reicinn air thunnachan òir.

Sèist

Chì mi ann coilltean; chì mi ann doireachan;

Chì mi ann maghan bàna is torraiche;

Chì mi na fèidh air làr nan coireachan,

Falaicht' an trusgan de cheò.

Sèist

Beanntaichean àrda is àillidh leacainnean;

Sluagh ann an còmhnaidh is còire chleachdainnean;

'S aotrom mo cheum a' leum 'gam faicinn;

Is fanaidh mi tacan le deòin.

Sèist

Fàilt' air na gorm-mheallaibh, tholmach, thulachnach;

Fàilt air na còrr-bheannaibh mòra, mulanach;

Fàilt' air na coilltean, is fàilt' air na h-uile -

O! 's sona bhith fuireach 'nan còir.

Sèist

Four more verses appeared in the Oban Times in 1882
written as follows:

Chì mi a' ghrian an liath nam flaitheanas,

Chì mi 's an iar a ciar 'n uair laigheas i;

Chan ionnan 's mar tha i ghnàth 's a' bhaile seo

'N deatach a' falach a glòir.

Gheibh mi ann ceòl bho eòin na Duthaige,

Ged a tha 'n t-àm thar am na cuthaige,

Tha smeòraichean ann is annsa guth leam

Na pìob, no fìdheall mar cheòl.

Gheibh mi le lìontan iasgach sgadain ann,

Gheibh mi le iarraidh bric is bradain ann;

Nam faighinn mo mhiann 's ann a stadainn,

'S ann ann as fhaid' bhithinn beò.

Fàgaidh mi ùpraid, surd, is glagaraich,

Dh'fhaicinn na tìr an cluinnt' a' chagaraich,

Fàgaidh mi cùirtean dùinte, salach,

A dh'amharc air gleannaibh nam bò.^[13]

Translation

Chorus:

O, I see, I see the big mountains;

O, I see, I see the steep mountains;

O, I see, I do see the corries,

I see the mist-covered peaks.

I see without delay the land of my birth;

I am welcomed in the language I cherish.

I will receive there hospitality, and love when I reach it

That I'd trade not for tons of gold.

Chorus

I see there woods, and I see there thickets,

I see there the fair and most fertile of meadows;

I see there the deer on the ground in the corries

Hiding in mantles of mist.

Chorus

Lofty mountains and resplendent ledges,

There dwell my own folk, kind folk of honor.

Light is my step as I leap up to meet them;

'Tis with pleasure I'll stay there a while.

Chorus

Hail to the blue-green grassy hills;

Hail to the great peaked hummocky mountains;

Hail to the forests, hail to all there,

Content I would live there forever.

Chorus