Nach mis' tha gu trom,
Glas chiambaig nam cheann,
Tha mi brist',
My name is MacDonald,
I got myself a farm,
And on that
Oh I am a rovin' journeyman
I roam from town
Down life's winding path,
Old friends and lovers grow apart.
Round and
My fair and rare one
My faithful fond one
My faithful fair
Wilt
Cuiridh mi flùr air son fàs
Mun cuairt air mo dhachaidh
I look down and see my shadow,
reaching out to hold
We heed the call
Keep following your lead
Prepare to fall
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