作词 : Shaw
Day by day the haze of city lingers
Burning these hills of stolen liberty 
O tir, tir mo rùn
O tir, tir mo chridhe 
Maybe one day we'll find a young pretender
Kindle the fire of Gaeldoni's legacy 
O tir, tir mo rùn 
O tir, tir mo chridhe 
Turning a blind eye to the values of home
Running the fast lane to belong
Maybe we'll see light when the jewels
Of the crown, they are gone 
Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad
Is seinn d'orain beo 
Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad 
Is seinn d'orain beo 
The Cuiaba to Nova Scotia Indians
Carving their dream of pride and dignity 
O tir, tir nan òir 
O tir, tir na'dhaoine 
Turning a blind eye to the values of home
Running the fast lane to belong
Maybe we'll see light when the jewels
Of the crown, they are gone 
Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad
Is seinn d'orain beo 
Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad 
Is seinn d'orain beo 
Tog do shuil dh'an iarmailt 
Machair dubh nan stoir
Faigh reull do'shliagha
Lean i gu dan 
Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad
Is seinn d'orain beo 
Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad 
Is seinn d'orain beo