“Tha mi ’cur fianuis gu Moire, agus gu Brighde,
Ma ’s e duine rinn do chron,
Le droch run,
No le droch shuil,
No le droch chridhe,
Gu’m bi thusa, Muireall gu math,
Ri linn so a chur mu’n cuairt ort.
An ainm an Athar, a’ Mhic, ’s an Spioraid Naomh!”
(“An eye will see you,
Tongue will speak of you,