USHTEY MILLISH 'SY GAREE
SWEET WATER IN THE COMMON.
VA ayns shen Illiam y
Close,
As Quilliam Glione Meay,
Shooyl ayns ny raadjyn mooarey,
Gagglagh ooilley my sleih,
Goll gys Ballacashtal,
Cheet thie morrey brishey 'n lea, Singal
" Ushtey millish 'sy garee,
Cha gaill mayd eh dy-braa."
Cha rou ayus yn Ving Lianyr
Agh three deiney ass dagh skeerey,
Dy shirrey magh coorse-ushtey
Son ard mwyllin Greebey,
Paayrt jeu er yn laue yesh,
As paayrt er yn laue chiare,
As roie ad coorse yn ushtey,
Ayns boayl nagh row cair.
Va'n coorse yn ushtey heear,
Agh va'n ushtey roie hiar,
Son va shen ooilley kyndagh
Jeh argid as jeh airh.
Ny cabbil ain va giu jeh,
As ny ollagh tra v'ad paa,
As ushtey millish 'sy garee,
Cha gaill mayd eh dy bract.
THERE was William of the
Close,
And Quilliam Glen Meay,
Walking upon the high-road,
Fright'ning all the people,
Going to Castletown,
Coming home at break of day,
Singing " sweet water in the common,
We will never lose it.''
In the Long Jury* there were
But three men from each parish,
To seek out the water course
For the chief mill at Greeba.
Part of them on the right hand,
And part on the left hand,
And they ran the water-course,
Where it had no right to be.
The water-course was west,
But the water ran east,
That was all on account of
The silver and the gold.
Our horses they drank of it,
And the cattle when thirsty,
And sweet water in the common,
We will never lose it.
* See Introduction.
