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0 Halloo nyn ghooie,
0 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.
0 land of our birth,
0 gem of God's earth,
0 Island so strong and so fair;
Built firm as Barrool,
Thy Throne of Home Rule
Makes us free as thy sweet mountain air
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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 on p souls can betide.


The anthem was originally written in English - the Manx version came later and the words are of their time although Orry wasn't a Dane.
It's interesting that W H Gill wrote the words, 'O Land of Our Birth', but was himself born in Sicily. He always regarded himself as a 'Manx exile'.


The Traditional Manx Air the Anthem is sung to is a version of 'Mylecharaine', which Dr Fenella Bazin considers has been a special tune for the people of the Isle of Man, being used in all sorts of emotional and political situations in the past. She thinks that its use for the National Anthem is appropriate.

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