" JEH'N Ellan shoh, mychone eck ta fo'm loayrt,"
" Nee 'm y chooid share, son coontey fear y choyrt,"
" T'ee Ellan veg ayns Keayn Noo Yeorge ny lhie,
" S'ga d'el ee beg, t'ee costallagh dy mie.
Ta cheer ny Albey er y twoaie j'ee soit,
As Anglesey ta er y jiass j'ee, lhie-t."
Ta Lancashire lhie vo'ee 'sy Chiar
As Nerin ayns y Sheear myr ta mee curmyner.
Yn chummey eck ta, er yn aght shoh, noain
T'ee lane vie liauyr, cha vel ee agh feer choon
Veih Kione-ny-harey 'syn ayrn sodjey twoaie
Er dys y Challoo, cha vel fys ayms' quoi,
Ren ee y hoesse, mish cha ren veg y 'lheid
Ta'd gra dy jean ee toesse jeih veeilley as feed
Er son y lheead eck stane, veih chew dy heu.
Myr ta mee lhaih, ta ny screeunyn streeu
Paart sailliu nuy, ny jeih, ny red gyn veg
As paayrt ta shassoo er queig veeilly-yeig.
Agh lheid er-hastagh, ta mee cur dhyt my-reih,
Dy ghoaill ee son nuy queig feig ny jeih.
Kiare baljyn-vargee foast dyn enmys ta,
Jeu nee-ym loayrt, my lowys shiu agh traa.
Hoshiaglit Balley-Chashlal jeh goo vooar,
As Bailey chronnal t'ee shickyr dy-liooar.
Ta'n valley soit er-gerrey da yn Cheayn
King-reill yn Ellan bunnys ta ayns shen.
Ta Purt fardalagh ayn, as keint dy cheyee
Olk, tad shen hene; agh s'olk dy mooar ta'n vaie
Van Chashtal aalin neesht, as veih shen hellym
Ta'n valley shoh er lesh v'er ghoaill e ennym.
Ayns shoh ta slattyssyn y Cheerey freilt ;
As liorish leighyn chair tan Ellan reilt.
Nish ta mee cheet dys Doolish, sooill y Cheer,
As t'ee, yn valley s'aalin t'ayn, dy feer.
Ga t'ee neu-feeu, dys Baljyn yoarrce elley,
Agh shegin dooin choontey jee ga t'ee ny smeiley.
Ta'n valley shoh jeant magh lesh cummaltee
Dy yoarreeyn chammah as dy Vanninee,
Myr shen ta'n vaie, ta purt vie lhuingys ayn
Cooid ta prowit cc ny shlee ny un Ashoon.
'Sy valley shoh, dy smooinaght er y voayl,
Ta dellal vioyr, ayns lane chaghlaaghyn choid
Ny thieyn ta mie as sic cordail rish fort
Ny lionneryn, cha kiart as oddyms loayrt
Paart berchagh as paart boght jeh'n cummmaltee
Yn valley shoh, myr ta stayd yrnmodee.
Nish Purt-ny-Hinshey, 'sy trass ynnyd ta
Cheet stiagh ayns cair dy ve er ny imraa
T'an valley shoh 'sy sheear,hwoaie ny lhie
T'ee beg dy feer, agh lane dy liooar dy leih,
Ayns shoh ta cashtal neesht, er ynnyd sunt,
Dy sehleioil troggit, lesh creggyn chreoi son grunt,
Ta baie ayn neesht, yn sauehys eck cha s'aym
Aglt smie da lheid ve ayn son cour traa feme,
Chamoo nee'm lane y ghra ayns moylley'n phurt
Myr t'adsyn feddyn eh lhig dagh er loayrt.
Ny-yeih 'sy vaie ta lhuingy s cliaghtey raad
As ayns yn awin paart folmaghey nyn laad.
Eisht liorish shoh shegin daue ve castre-cair
Er-nonney ennaght ad mooads nyn ghanjeyr.
Reggyryn neesht ny vud oc, ta mee toiggal
Ta lane vie loor ayras caghlaaghyn ghellal
Ny thie-yn t'oc, mie as sic, myr boayl ny ghaa,
Cre smoo mychione eck bailliu mee dy ghra.
Rhumsaa, 'sy chiarroo ynnyd ta cheet stiagh
Ny veg roie raait, ee, sodjey twoaie dy bragh.
Dy loayrt dy feer, ga t'ee yn valley sloo,
'Sy cheer shoh noain ny-yeih ta foddey smoo
Dy cummmaltee 'as dy reggyryn ayn,
Cooid ta cur er nyn meagliey ve cha goaun.
Cha bliass da ve ayns balley veagli wheesh elley,
Son shen scoan ta'd veg share, agh foddey smelley,
Ayns traaghyn tan dellal oc mie bioyr,
As tad, ec traaghyn, elley, lhagg dy liooar,
Lane yoarreeyn ta ayn jee jeh ny Albanee
Paart t'ayn ta cheet as goil, as paart ny cummaltee
Ta purt vie ayn, as baie veg- share cha bhiass
Chamoo ta lheid 'sy Cheer, er twoaie ny jiass-
Ny thieyn injil to'c ta soilshaght er cheu-mooie
Ymmyrch vooar, ny neu-freoose ny cummaltee.
Nish stayd ny Baljyn-vargee inshit ta
Mychione ny Baljyn-veggey shegin gimraa
Jeu shoh ta kiare ny wheig ayns earroo noain
Agh feer fardalagh ta'd, dy chooilley unnane.
Ta aer ny cheerey coontit feer slayntoil,
As dooghys y thallooin ta fegooish foill.
Gymmyrkey curnaght, pishyr, corkey's, oayrn.
As shoggyl neesht, yn sleih ta fegooishmoyrn,
Son y chooid smoo, as dooie rish joarree yn
Ta'd giastyllagh rish boghtyn nyn jeer hene.
Ollagh, cabbil, kirree, guoiee, as goair
Ta'n cheer dy ym.myrkey ayns palchys vooar
Monney dy fuygh, cha vel 'sy cheer shoh gaase,
Keayrt palchey va, agh geaney nish te'r naase,
Ta oe sov aile, kypp, rhennagh, conney 's moain,
Ayns ynnydyn jeh'cheer ta shen hene goaun.
Ny baljyn-vargee bunnys ta jeant magh
Lesh aile ta joarree, lheid's geayl cheet stiagh.
Ayns shee as fea yn sleih ta ceau Dyn draa,
As reill yn Ellan er yn aght shoh ta.
Ta un Chiannoort,'s daa Vriw'sy whaiyl-thea
As ny quaiyllyn elley, inshym ad dy leah.
Aspick ny cheerey ta, as daa Phesson marish,
Ta'd shoh nyn droor ta yannoo yn whaiyll Agglish,
Mysh mean ny cheerey, nagh myr thie ny hoie,
Immyr dy sleityn, twoaie as jiass ta roie.
Ny vud oc shoh, yn slieau son yrjid ta
Cronnal dy mie as feeu dy liooar, gimraa
Eumyssit Sniaul; veih'n vullagh syn un cheayrt
Troor dy reeriaghtyn hee shiu eruinn mygeayrt
Ayns earish ter' ngholl shaghey, ny manninee
Va asboon niartal, as sleih mooar chiaggee
Agh nish cha vel wheesh boirey cheet nyn raad.
Smaynrey 'n skeeal, feer vaynrey ta nyn stayd.
Yn cheer shoh noain, my ta shiu er chlashtyn jeh,
Dyn dooyt nagh vel yn skeeal ta foddey shlea.
Na'n cheer shoh hene, yn goo myr shoh ta goll,
D'el ferrishyn as beishtyn ayns dagh voayl
Jeh'n cheer veg shoh, as kinjagh te d'imraa
Dy vel ad er nyn vakin oie as laa ;
Nish ere dy ghra 'sy chooish shoh, cha saym
Agh son lane pleat cha nakym. monney feme,
Paart trooid faase chredjue, paart trooid gaasit vooar
Myr ennym. jeu, myr shoh nee ad m'ansoor.
Ta lheid dy feer, ere oddyms roo y ghra ?
My jirrym, dty hilley oo er dty volley ta.
Jir ad nagli vel, as cowraghyn tad ginsh
Ve myr shoh noain, ve'h cha baghtal shoh ny wheesh.
Cha jirym roo, cha veer dhyt, as myr shen,
Ta skeealyn gaase, tad credjit as ta'd beayn.
Nish lhig dagb er, tra'chlinnys eh lheid shoh,
Edyr mychione corp varroo ny corp vio.
Yn ymmyd saillish yannoo jeh yn skeeal
Cordail rish goo, as sheeltys feer e veeal
Ta ginsh da lheid, agh share lhiam eh dy mooar
Eh ve dyn chredjal, as shickyr te dy liooar
Ta lheid ny niaghtyn toilliu lane dy chraid
Cooid tad dy gheddyn, dagh voayl tad goaill raad.
Bunnys ny oddyms ghra mychione y cheer
Vel ooilley shoh ny taym's ve raa-it dy feer,
Myr shen'sy traa cha jeanyms lesh my veeal
Ny sm.oo y ghra, agh ta jerrey er my skeeal.
|THIS pretty Isle of which I mean to speak,
And of its state a sober view to take,
Lies in St. George's Sea, a spot serene,
Tho' small its compass, 'tis a precious gem.
Old Albion's cliffs ward off the Northern Sea,
Whilst Lancashire protects it on the East,
Towards the West, Hibernia's Hills are spread,
Whilst fair Anglesea South uprears her head,
When its extent and form we come to view,
'Tis pretty long, but narrow it is true.
From its most Northern part, call'd Point of Ayre,
Unto the Calf, its length you have it there.
'Tis said, exclusive of the Calf and Isles,
To measure fully thirty English miles.
As for its width, the writers which I read
Upon this point have sadly disagreed,
But I will tell you just as I have seen
Some say nine miles, or ten, and some fifteen.
So I will leave it to sagacious men,
Take it at nine, at fifteen miles, or ten.
Four market Towns there are, which one by one,
I mean to mention as we're going along:
First there is Castletown, a place of note,
Well known to Manxmen as a favourite spot;
It has a harbour, as the sea is near,
And Mona's Rulers for the most are there.
But for the Port and Pier, say what we may,
Still dangerous rocks lie hidden in the Bay.
There a fine Castle is, from which I trove
The town has got its name many years ago.
'Tis there you'll find the Statutes of the Land,
And by just Laws we rule the Isle of Mann.
Now Douglas, in the centre of our land,
The best by far we have at our command
Worthless compar'd with many a foreign town,
Still we embrace it chiefest of our own.
Here you will meet with men of different ranks,
Strangers and foreigners, as well as Manx;
A noble harbour and a pleasant Bay,
And different nations hither find their way.
There they maintain, considering its size,
Brisk trade in various sorts of merchandise;
The houses shine according to the means
Of those who built them according to their means.
Here some are rich, while others poor you'll find,-
A common case of course among mankind.
The Town of Peel, on the North-Western shore,
Of notoriety in days of yore,
Ranks as the third, is little so to speak,
But full of people, there is no mistake.
Its Castle stands upon Peel Island top,
'Tis firmly built and founded on the rock;
As for the Bay, its merits I don't plead,
But still 'tis well there's such in times of need;
Nor will I spend much praise upon the Port,
As they have found it, let each one report.
Still of the Bay the Shipping make their road,
And in the river some discharge their load
Hence we may guess they must be so and so,
Or else their danger they should quickly know.
In this community we're glad to find
Some who are snug in a commercial line;
Some houses good, some not like many a where,-
What more about her would you wish to hear?
Old Ramsey Town, now reckon'd as the fourth,
Which claims our notice, is the farthest North;
Altho' the smallest of our market towns,
In human beings still it more abounds:
But whilst the multitudes which dwell therein
Cause their provisions to be scarce and thin,
Thrift and industry might increase their store,
To meet their wants, tho' there were three times more
At times there traffick here is brisk and tough,
Their trade at other times is dull enough.
Here many strangers from old Scotland roam,
Some come and go-some make it as their home
There's a good harbour and the finest Bay
Which North or South can furnish at this day.
Outside their humble cottages are seen,
The mean or careless gait of those within.
Thus far the market towns, their state and trade,
About the Villages there's nothing said
Of these there are but four or five in all,
And even they are comparatively small.
The climate mildthe air is pure and clean,
And Mona's soil is good, producing grain.
Yea, almost every sort which has been tried,
And for the most her sons are without pride,
Kind to relieve the stranger and the poor,
And sooth th' afflicted who frequent their door.
Horses and cattle, sheep, goats and so forth,
Are reared, abundantly both South and North.
Plenty of wood grew here in former days,
But this abundance we have seen to cease.
Their fuel now is fern, turf, ling, and peat,
And even these are running short of late.
From distant coal-pits we've our towns supplied,
Across the water from the eastern side.
Peace and contentment are the people's lot,
Under such laws and Rulers as they've got.
A Gov'nor and two Deemsters you may know,
Are the dispensers of the civil law.
The Bishop, with two Vicars, we report,
These constitute the Ecclesiastic Court.
From near the centre, not unlike a house,
The sloping hills run chiefly North and South
Here you encounter the renowned Snafell,
The highest and the most remarkable.
On Snafell's summit strange to say, but true,
Three distant kingdoms rise up to your view.
The Manxthey were in ages past and gone,
A powerful, warlike people of renown
But no disturbers now approach the spot,
So peace and safety is their happy lot.
No doubt, the news has reached to all around,
That Nymphs and Fairies through the land abound.
There 're few localities which do not claim,
Their ghost, their night steed, or their big Boggane-
And these are said to rule with such a sway,
That they are often seen by night and day.
I know not what to say about this case,
Nor see it needful many words to waste.
Some through strong fear, some through weak intellect,
Should I enquire, they speak to this effect.
T'was truly so: what can I then reply,
I say you're surely cheated by your eye
This they deny and further proof they bring,
T'was thus-T'was more or less, and such like thing-
I may not say, you are a lying sage,
So tales are born and live from age to age.
Let those who're told such phantoms do proceed,
From living bodies or from bodies dead.
The matter treat according to its worth,
Of him who broach the story at its birth
His truth and soberness, but still I own
I'd rather disbelieve and let alone;
As all who 'ttempt such theories to repeat,
Are sure, (and ought), with ridicule to meet.
Now to do justice to this fairy spot,
To warrant all I've said correct or not
Before the truth, I trust, I need not quail,
So for the present, I conclude my tale.