Oh, my country you are on my mind

fresh, fragrant Uist of the saplings

Where the noble men are found

Who gave their hereditary allegiance to

'Mac ic Ailein'



Land of bent grass, land of barley

Land of abundance of every kind

Where the young lads will be

Singing songs and drinking beer.



They will come to us deceitful and cunning

In order to entice us from our homes

They will praise Manitoba to us

A cold country with no coal and no peat