MANX LYRICS

O Halloo nyn ghooie, 
O Chliegeen ny's bwaaie, 
Ry gheddyn er ooir aalin Yee,
Ta dt' Ardstoyl Reill-Thie, 
Myr Barool er ny hoie, 
Dy reayll shin ayns seyrsnys as shee.  

Tra Gorree yn Dane, 
Haink er traie ec y Lhane, 
Son Ree Vannin v'eh er ny reih; 
'S va creenaght veih Heose, 
Er ny chur huggey neose, 
Dy reill harrin lesh cairys as graih  

Ren nyn ayr'yn gimraa, 
Va Nooghyn shenn hraa, 
Yn Sushtal dy Hee fockley magh, 
Shegin yeearree peccoil, 
Myr far aileyn Vaal, 
Ve er ny chur mow son dy bragh  

Vec ooasle yn Theill, 
Ayns creioghys tooilleil, 
Ta traaue ooir as faarkey, 
Gow cree Ny jarrood yn Fer mie, 
Ta coadey'n lught thie, 
Ren tooilleil liorish Loch Galilee  

Deiyr yn sterrym noon as noal, 
Yn baatey beg moal, 
Fo harey hug Eh geay as keayn, 
Trood ooilley nyn ghaue, 
Ta'n Saualtagh ec laue, 
Dy choadey nyn Vannin veg veen  

Lhig dorrinyn bra, 
Troggal seose nyn goraa, 
As brishey magh ayns ard arrane, 
Ta nyn groink aalin glass, 
Yn vooir cummal ass, 
As coadey lught thie as shioltane  

Nyn ellan fo hee, 
Cha boir noidyn ee, 
Dy bishee nyn eeastyn as grain, 
Nee'n Chiarn shin y reayll, 
Voish streeughyn y theihll, 
As crooinagh lesh shee'n ashoon ain.  

Lhig dooin boggoil bee, 
Lesh annym as cree, 
As croghey er gialdyn yn Chiarn 
Dy vod mayds dagh oor, 
Treishteil er E phooar, 
Dagh ol k ass nyn anmeenyn 'hayrn.  

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ENGLISH LYRICS

O land of our birth,
O gem of God's earth,
O Island so strong and so fair;
Built firm as Barrool,
Thy Throne of Home Rule
Makes us free as thy sweet mountain air.

When Orry, the Dane, 
In Mannin did reign, 
'Twas said he had come from above; 
For wisdom from Heav'n 
To him had been giv'n 
To rule us with justice and love.  

Our fathers have told 
How Saints came of old, 
Proclaiming the Gospel of Peace; 
That sinful desires, 
Like false Baal fires, 
Must die ere our troubles can cease.  

Ye sons of the soil, 
In hardship and toil, 
That plough both the land and the sea, 
Take heart while you can 
And think of the Man 
Who toiled by the Lake Galilee.  

When fierce tempests smote 
That frail little boat, 
They ceased at His gentle command; 
Despite all our fear, 
The Saviour In near 
To safeguard our dear Fatherland.  

Let storm-winds rejoice, 
And lift up their voice, 
No danger our homes can befall; 
Our green hills and rocks 
Encircle our flocks, 
And keep out the sea like a wall.  

Our Island, thus blest, 
No foe can molest; 
Our grain and our fish stall increase; 
From battle and sword 
Protecteth the Lord, 
And crowneth our nation with peace  

Then let us rejoice
With heart, soul and voice,
And in The Lord's promise confide;
That each single hour
We trust in His power,
No evil our souls can betide.


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Isle of Man
"Arrane Ashoonagh Dy Vannin"

Words by:William Henry Gill (English), John J. Kneen (Manx)
Music by:traditional
In use since:1907, officially adopted 2001

The Isle of Man is a British Crown dependency, while "God_Save_the_Queen"
remains the royal anthem of the territory (as is the case in most Commonwealth
countries), the local anthem, "Arrane Ashoonagh Dy Vannin" was given official
status in 2001 as the Manx national anthem by the Manx parliament, yet the
anthem dates back originally to 1770. William Henry Gill composed the anthem
basing it on a traditional Manx melody called Mylecharaine.

Special thanks to: Ben Cahoon for some of this information.

See also: United_Kingdom.
