Oh I would be very sad indeed If I expected to go away from you Uist of the high hills Because I love you I was reared there as a very young infant Before reaching the use of reason I delight in your beaches And the roar of the Atlantic
And when I go to the machair On a calm summer's evening With flowers so fragrant Closed under the dew When I look at Loch Hallan With trout rising close to the shore The white swan was plentiful there With its brood swimming close behind
And when I go up to Hallan Hill And look around me I think of friends and relations Some of whom are decaying in the grave When I would sit on the wall My thoughts would be on the world And how people are being taken away from us
And I will give the highest praise to Daliburgh And to all who live there, young and old Although there are many places in the world Where I could live There I often herded cattle On the banks of the pools While the little calves were tethered Leaping about at the ends of the ropes
But I will end this song And my vain chatter Since I am still young I ought not to be depressed And even if I live to such an age that I become gray-headed Or even lose my hair I shall never allow myself to forget Sunny Uist of the green glens