Owerset in Scots, frae the Heirskip o the Scots Gaels

“Guidday tae ye, sun o the Sizzens.
As ye traivel the lift hyne abune
Stinch is yer fit on the clouds
Blythe mither o the starnies.”

“Ye coorie doon in the gurly sea
Withoot skaith, and or the hint o a scrat
Syne rise up ower the quaet wave
’Bune aa, a young quine flooerin!”