Biodh An Deoch Seo 'N Làimh Mo Rùin [English translation]

Whether he or the others were drinking

There would still be plenty on the table

The drink would be in my love's hand

Here's a health to the chief

The drink would be in my love's hand

A boat was seen on the waves

And the red hand at the helm

I saw it passing through the straits

With a clump of heather on the sail-yard

You who saw her out at sea

Bless the fair ship and her crew

Bless her high masts and her equipment

Her moorings and her sails

Though I am here in Coll

I long to go to Rhum

And from there to Uist

Were I to get my wish