(Sung by Iain Thomson, Islay)
Hi-ree Ha-ree-a Harrin-a
I see thy lone barque on the wild Mull of Oa,
O Cgolla' mo graidh
Sacred theme of my woe,
Be ye daring and brave for fierce is they foe.
Be ye daring and brave for
fierce is thy foe,
Swift smoothely she sails the fair Galley O Ho.
She cleaves the white spray o'er the mad facing foam,
She stems the high waves, billows rave at her prow.
Heritage rare has the
gallant Clan Donald,
O Isle at the fair and Royal withal,
Oft hast thou paced the fast racing ball
In the pride of they day, in Islay's great Hall.
Secret lair is thy Haven I
Where sleepest thou safe unknown to thy foe;
Strong, large is thine arm when winter winds blow,
Thou bravest the gale o'er the dark raging flow.
Pron: Colla mo grie (Coll my