Ciad Turas Mhic Dhòmhnaill a Ghlaschu
(When I Came to Glasgow First).
When I came to Glasgow first
a-mach air tìr nan Gall
I was like a man adrift
Air iomrall 's dol air chall -
The noise it seemed like thunder,
chuir e tuainealaich nam cheann,
And oftentimes I wished I was
Air ais an tìr nam beann.
Am fuaim a bh'aig na tramway cars
Was rumbling in my ear,
Nuair chaidh mi sìos am Broomielaw
My eyes were full of tears,
Mi guidhe gun robh mi air ais
In my dear native home -
Gur truagh an nì gur Gàidheal mi
In Glasgow all alone.
Na fireannaich 's na boireannaich
Who met me on the way,
An dòigheanna cha do chòrd iad rium -
They had too much to say!
Bha cuid dhiubh ag iarraidh airgead orm
And when I said "clear away!"
Gun do chuir iad a-mach an teanga orm
And nasty things did say!
Thog sin suas mo nàdar-sa,
My temper it got wild -
Is chaidh mi sìos gun sgapainn iad
Along the banks of Clyde.
Fhuair mi gréim air balach dhiubh
And I tossed him round my head,
'S thilg mi ' meadhan na sràide e
And they picked him up for dead.
Thàining an sin am polasman
- a splendid man was he -
duine gasda spèisealta
belonging to Portree;
Thuirt e rium, "O òganaich,
Now what is all this row?"
"Chaidh iadsan riumsa a' connsachadh
and I will tell you how."
Bha nàire mòr is mì-ghean orm
To be in such a fix.
Ach thuirt e rium, "On 's e Gàidheal thu,
You'll have to stop these tricks.
Fhalbh 's na dèan a leithid gu bràth
Just treat them with disdain,
Oir gu cinnteach cuiridh mis' thu an sàs
If you do the likes again."
Thug mi taing gu cridheil dha
And I went upon my way.
Tha iomadh bliadhn' on latha sin,
I'm in Glasgow till this day.
Faithnichidh mi gach cùil a th'ann
-I know my Glasgow well-
An coibhneas mòr rim choimhearsnach
I ever more shall dwell.
