Aig an linne, fad nan linntean,
tha mi air mo bhòid a chumail — an stòr seo a ghlèidheadh.
Tha na faclan leam — ach 's e ur dùthchas iad.
Thigibh — tha sinn air feitheamh ribh.

By the pool, through the ages,
I have been keeping my vow — to guard this hoard.
The words are with me, but they are your inheritance.
Come — we've been waiting for you.