Horo mhaire dhu

The stars are shining cheerily, cheerily

Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.

The sea mew's moaning drearily, drearily

Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.

Cold is the stormwind that ruffles the breast

But warm are the downy plumes lining its nest

Cold blows the storm there

Soft falls the snow there

Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.

The waves are dancing merrily, merrily

Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.

The seabirds are wailing wearily, wearily

Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.

Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea

Thy home on the rocks is a shelter to thee

Thy home is the angry wave

Mine but the lonely grave

Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.