An ataireachd bhuan Cluinn fuam na h-ataireachd ard Tha torann a chuain mar Chualas leamsa 'nam phaisd Gun mhuthadh gun truas A' sluaisreadh gainneamh na tragh'd An ataireachd bhuan Cluinn fuam na h-ataireachd ard
Ach siubhlaidh mi uat Cha ghluais mi tuilleadh 'nad dhail Tha m'aois is mo shnuadh Toirt luaidh air giorrad mo latha 'San am dhomh bhith suaint' Am fuachd's an cadal a' bhais Mo leabaidh dean suas Ri fuaim na h-ataireachd aird __________________________
Translated from the Gaelic:
The everlasting swelling Hear the sound of the high swelling The roar of the sea Is as was heard by me as a child Without change, without pity Shovelling the sand of the shore The everlasting swelling Hear the sound of the high swelling
But I'll depart from you I'll not move any more to meet you My age and my appearance Give an account of the shortness of my day At the time that I am wrapped In the cold slumber of death My bed make up behind The sound of the sea