AN IOLAIRE
Is e sgìre bhochd tha seo an- dràst
An òige a' fhalbh' s iad an deagh shlàint'
An dùil carson bha sgeirean grannd'
's muir le cop is stuaghan àrd
Bidh mo chridh' a' caoidh gu brath
Nach do thill sibh thugainn slàn.
Chan eil cuideachadh ann dhuinn
O nach eil an teaghlach cruinn
Cha lion duin' a-chaoidh bhur n-àit'
Dhomhs' co –dhiù gu latha bràth
Bidh mo chridh' a' caoidh gu brath
Nach do thill sibh thugainn slàn.
Chaill sinn Dòmhnall ' s Donnachadh òg
Ailean beag is Cailean coir
Murchadh bàn is Tormod mòr
Chaoidh cha till a thìr nam beò
Bidh mo chridh' a' caoidh gu brath
Nach do thill sibh thugainn slàn
Chaidh tro chruadalan gu leòr
Dh'fhuiling acras, tart is leòn
Dh'fhan sibh beò tron chogadh mhòr
B'iad sgeirean Thuilm an cunnart mòr.
Bhris iad mo chridhe-sa gu bràth
Ach bidh balaich mo bhaile nam chuimhne gach la
THE IOLAIRE
This is now such a sad place
Our young lads who left in the peak of health,
Why were those horrible rocks
With foaming seas and waves so high
My heart forever will mourn
The fact you never made it home
There is now no help for us
Since our family are no longer together
No one can ever fill that void
At least for me, till comes my end
My heart forever will mourn
The fact you never made it home
We lost Donald and Young Duncan
Alan Junior and Colin so kind
Blonde Murdo and Big Norman
Never to return to their native land
My heart forever will mourn
The fact you never made it home.
They went through so many hardships
Suffered hunger, thirst and wounds
But they survived that great war,
with their greatest danger ahead of them
on the rocks at Holm
They broke my heart for ever
But the boys of our village
Are in my memory each day