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CHORUS
.LHIG da'n seihll chyndaa
mygeayrt,
Lhig da'n seihll chyndaa mygeayrt,
Nagh nhione da fea, ny aasli erbee,
Choud as ta shee dooin er ny reayll,
Fud ashoon beg ny Manninee.
Ee mayd, as iu mayd, gow mayd arrane,
As lhig da'n seihll goll bun-ry-skyn ;
Yn veeal's y feddan kiaull smoo t'ain,
Gyn geill da cloie, ny schlei, ny guin.
Lhig d'an seihll chyndaa mygeayrt,
&c.
As nish, my nee drogh hengey erbee
Er y cloie gyn-loght ain drogh imraa,
Lhig baase y voogliey y ghooinney keoie,
Choud as vees shin dy gennal soie.
Lhig da'n seihll chyndaa mygeayrt,
&c.
Ga dy vel yn shee ain mooarit dooin,
Cha lhias doom ve ayns dooyt erbee,
Hee mayd dagh cheer mygeayrt-y-mooin
Ayns caggey streeu dy chosney shee.
Lhig da'n seihll chyndaa mygeayrt,
&c.
Myr shoh veih noidyn ta shin seyr,
Eddrym as aer nyn kione as cree,
Gyn laadyt lesh y verchys vooar,
Agh wheesh shen shickyr ta nyn shee.
Lhig da'n seihll chyndaa mygeayrt,
&c.
Airh as y seaghyn geiyrt er airli,
Cha dug rieau crosh ny trimshey dooin,
Cha vel nyn coamrey deyr ny feayr,
T'eh coodagh shin, as t'eh lhien liene.
Lhig da'n seihll chyndaa mygeayrt,
&c.
Cha vel shin shirrey reamys smoo,
Dy hayrn fo bondiaght shin liene,
Myr eeanlee feayslit trooid yn aer,
Gys ta nyn skeanyn goit 'sy lieen.
Lhig da'n seihll chyndaa mygeayrt,
&c.
Nyn bochilyn er y feddan cloie,
Cleaynagh nyn graih as nyn shioltane,
Veg jiu cha jed er shaghryn voue,
Un woaillee as un vochil t'ain.
Lhig da'n seihll chyndaa mygeayrt,
&c.
Ta ec dagh cree e heshey hene,
Nagh vod ve er ny violagh veih,
Ta shin ennoil, foast doomney as ben,
Agh glen veih'n loght ta noi yn leih.
Lhig da'n seihll chyndaa mygeayrt,
&c.
Eh ta booiagh nyn sheshaght coayl,
(Dy ve berchagh nagh vel fys ain),
Lhig da smooinaght er cheer ny Gaul,
Cre'n leih as keesliyn dewil t'ayns shen.
Lhig da'n seihll chyndaa mygeayrt,
&c.
Mainshter yn aitt ta harrin reill,
E chree rieau firrinagh da'n ree,
T'eh goaill er-hene ooilley'n charail,
As lhiggal dooin ve gennal cloie.
Lhig da'n seihll chyndaa mygeayrt, &c.
Shoh hoods eisht slaynt nyn mainshter mie,
As eh nagh giu yn cappan ass,
Lhig da ve eebrit ass y thie,
Dy castey-paays 'syn awin Dhoo-Ghlass.
Lhig da'n seihll chyndaa mygeayrt,
&c.
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CHORUS.
O LET the world turn round
about,
Let the world turn round about,
That knows not peace, nor any rest,
As long as peace doth govern us,
Among the little Manx nation.
We'll eat, we'll drink and have a song,
And let the world go upside down;
The mouth's music's best instrument,
It needs not play, nor skill, nor blows.
Let the world turn round about,
&c.
And now, if any evil tongue
Should speak ill of our harmless play,
Let death smother the insane man,
As long as we do merry sit.
Let the world turn round about,
&c.
Although our peace much envied be,
We need not be in any doubt,
We shall see all lands around us,
In battle striving to gain peace.
Let the world turn round about,
&c.
Thus from enemies we are free,
As light as air our head and heart, .
Not burdened with great riches,
But so much surer is our peace.
Let the world turn round about,
&c.
Gold and the troubles following gold,
Have ne'er given cross nor woe to us,
Our clothing's neither dear nor cold,
It covers us, and its our own.
Let the world turn round about,
&c.
We need not greater liberty,
To draw ourselves under bondage,
As birds releasëd through the air,
Till their wings are ta'en in the net.
Let the world turn round about,
&c.
Our shepherds playing on the flute,
Charming their sweethearts and their flock,
Which ne'er will go astray from them,
We have one fold and one shepherd.
Let the world turn round about,
&c.
For each heart has its own partner,
That cannot be tempted away,
We are beloved, yet man and wife,
And free from faults against the law.
Let the world turn round about,
&c.
He who would lose our company,
(How to be rich, we do not know,)
Let him think of the French country,
What law and harsh taxes are there.
Let the world turn round about,
&c.
The sport's master that rules o'er us,
His heart ever true to the king,
He takes on himself all the care,
And lets us have the merry play.
Let the world turn round about,
&c.
Then, good master, here's to thy health,
And he that will not drain the cup,
Let him be cast out of the house,
And quench his thirst in the Dhoo-Glass.
Let the world turn round about,
&c.
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CHORUS.
O LET the world run round,
Let the world run round,
And knowe neither end nor station,
Our glory is the test of a merry merry breast,
In this little quiet nation.
We eat, we drink, we laugh, we sing,
To-morrow freely comes and goes,
We strike up musick's gentle strings,
And understand no other blows.
Let the world run round, &c.
If any sour unhallow'd breath,
Our harmless sports should dare defile,
Let that man fall in love with death,
Whils't we the grieffs of life beguile.
Let the world run round, &c.
What tho' our peace much envy'd be,
Our fears they need not to increase,
For ev'ry where abroad we see
That men do ever fight for peace.
Let the world run round, &c.
Thus from all enemies secure,
Our heads and hearts as light as air,
Not made the heavy yoke to endure,
Of too much wealth, or too much care.
Let the world run round, &c.
Gold, and the troubled strife for gold,
Are evils unto us unknown;
Our clothing 's neither gay nor cold,
It covers us, and its our own.
Let the world run round, &c.
We do not liberty contrive,
Ourselves in bondage for to bring,
As birds to snare do haste alive,
By the loose freedom of the wing.
Let the world run round, &c.
Our shepherds on their reeds do play,
Charming their sweethearts and their sheep,
Neither of which do go astray,
By nature taught their bounds to keep.
Let the world run round, &c.
Our mistresses are still the same,
No rivall's blowing at our fire,
We live and frolic in love's flame,
Without the pain of fond desire.
Let the world run round, &c.
If any fool on change be bent,
And think to thrive the Lord knows when,
Let him first go and learn what's meant
By excise and committee men.
Let the world run round, &c.
The master of these festive sports,
Commander of the truest hearts,
Takes to himself the serious thoughts,
And leaves to us the merry parts.
Let the world run round, &c.
So now, good Master, health to thee,
And, if there's one who will not pass
The cup, let him hence banished be,
To quench his thirst in the Dhoo-Glass.
Let the world turn round, &c.
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