Our islands were so wild and free. We took our living from the sea. Our women sang as they wove the tweed Upon the Isles of Hirta.
CHORUS: Oh, cruel man, you breached/wreaked(?) such strife. You killed my brother and his wife. You’ve ta’en away my way of life Upon the Isles of Hirta.
The wind it washed upon the rocks. We hunted fulmar in their flocks. The wind it made our houses rock Upon the Isles of Hirta.
We worked in common at the chores On puffin cliffs and poor(?) tors. Of farming ways we could name but four Upon the Isles of Hirta. CHORUS
We spoke the English and the Gaelic tongue. Our sense of unity was strong Until one day the tour boats come To view the Isles of Hirta.
They landed in our island’s lee, Brought influenza and TB, And no resistance strength had we Upon the Isles of Hirta. CHORUS
And so in city crime I fear Nought but grief and poverty. I wish to God that I was there Back on the Isles of Hirta. CHORUS