Tuireadh Bàrd Thùrnaig was written by Iain Cameron
Fo thomain ghorm ùrach Sa cheàrnaig bheag chùbhraidh Ann an cladh Abhainn Iù Tha Bàrd Thùrnaig aig tàmh
Sèist: Cha dhùisg e, cha dhùisg e À leabaidh chaol dhùinte 'S tha dhìlsean trom tùrsach Ag ionndrainn a' Bhàird
Nuair laigh an t-seann aois air Cha b' ait dha an saoghal Sgil lèighean chlann-daoine Cha shaoradh on bhàs
Chuir e gu buil bhuadhmhor An tàlann a fhuair e Ga cleachdadh gu suairce Le huaisleachd a ghnàth
An seirbheiseach dìleas An taodhair 's an cìobair Bu luaithe a dhìreadh Ri mill nam beann àrd
'S aig crìoch a chuid sgrìoban A chuireadh an sgrìobhadh Na bh' aige san inntinn 'Son innseadh do chàch
(Sèist 2x)
Under green mounds of earth In this little fragrant corner Of Poolewe burial ground The Tournaig Bard is at rest
Chorus (after each verse): He will not wake, he will not wake He will not awake from his narrow, closed bed And his relations are sad and sorrowful Longing for the bard
When old age settled on him The world was not a pleasant place for him The skill of human physicians Could not save him from death
He successfully employed The talent that he got Practicing it in a kindly manner With gentility always
The faithful servant The herdsman and shepherd Most swiftly would he climb To the hills among the high places
And at the end of his journeys Would put into writing What he had in his mind To tell to others