Mo Thaigh (Air Grunnd na Mara)

I remember
it well, mo Thaigh,
my home upon three

Edges of the World,
bending over themselves,
Euclid be damned.

Gods up there allow,
But, to be there
now it lies waterborne.

Uisge no Fìon,
Uisge no Leann,
Uisge no Bàs.

Bàs le Uisge,
Bàs leis na Diathan,
airson mo Thaigh.

I remember,
mo Thaigh beag,
Chan eil, it was mòr.

Glè mhòr,
But that was
Before, an t-Uisge.