BUAINIDH mis am mothan suairce, An luibh is luachmhoire ’s an tom, Dulagan nan seachd sagart, ’S an agallaich a ta n’ an com.
* * * * * * * * Gur liom an ciall ’s an codhail, Fad ’s a bhios am mothan liom.
I WILL pluck the gracious 'mothan,' Plant most precious in the field, That mine be the holiness of the seven priests, And the eloquence that is within them.
* * * * * * * * That mine be their wisdom and their counsel, While the 'mothan' is mine.