Из альбома: Lochanside
O’wail for the mighty and battle
loud lift ye the coronach strain
for Hector the Hero of deathless fame
will never come back again
Lament him, ye mountains of Ross-Shire
your raers be the dew and the rain
ye forests and straths, let the sobbing winds
unburden your grief and pain
Lament him ye warm hearted clansmen
and mourn for a kinsman so true
the pride of the highlands the valiant MacDonald
will never come bach to you
Lament him ye sons of old scotia
Ye kinsman on many a shore
a patriot warrior fearless of foe
has fallen to rise no more
has fallen to rise no more
O’wail for the mighty and battle
loud lift ye the coronach strain
for Hector the Hero of deathless fame
will never come back again
Ocherish his triumph and glory
on Omdurman’s death stricken plain
his glance like the eagle his heart like the lion
his laurels a nation’s gain
O rest thee brave heart in thy slumber
forgottenshall never be thy name
the love and the mercy of heaven be thine
our love thou must ever claim
to us thou art Hector tht hero
the chivalrous dauntless and true
the hills and the glens and the hearts of a nation
Re-echo the wail for you
Lament him ye sons of old scotia
Ye kinsman on many a shore
a patriot warrior fearless of foe
has fallen to rise no more
has fallen to rise no more
Lament him ye sons of old scotia
Ye kinsman on many a shore
a patriot warrior fearless of foe
has fallen to rise no more
has fallen to rise no more
O’wail for the mighty and battle
loud lift ye the coronach strain
for Hector the Hero of deathless fame
will never come back again