Lyrics
Alasdair Mhic, ò hò,
Cholla ghasda, ò hò,
às do làimh-sa, ò hò,
earbainn tapadh; trom èile.
Chall èileadh ò hì, chall a horo,
Chall eileadh ò hì, chall a horò,
Chall eile huraibh i, chall a horo,
‘s hao ri oho, trom èile.
As do làimh-s’, gun ò hò,
earbainn tapadh, ò hò,
mharbhadh Tighearn', ò hò,
Ach' nam Breac leat, trom èile.
Chall èileadh ò hì, chall a horo…
mharbhadh Tighearn', ò hò,
Ach nam Breac leat, ò hò,
'S thìodhlaiceadh an ò hò,
oir an loch e; trom èile.
Chall èileadh ò hì, chall a horo…
's thìodhlaiceadh an ò hò,
oir an loch e, ò hò,
's ged 's beag mi fhèin, ò hò,
bhuail mi ploc air; trom èile.
Chall èileadh ò hì, chall a horo…
's ged 's beag mi fhéin, ò hò,
Bhuail mi ploc air, ò hò,
chuir siud gruaim air ò hò,
Niall a' Chaisteil; trom èile.
Chall èileadh ò hì, chall a horo..
chuir siud gruaim air ò hò,
Niall a' Chaisteil, ò hò,
's dh'fhàg e lionn-dubh, ò hò,
air a mhacaibh; trom èile.
Chall èileadh ò hì, chall a horo…
's dh'fhàg e lionn-dubh, ò hò,
air a mhacaibh; ò hò;
chuala mi ‘n-dè ò hò
sgeul nach b’ ait leam: trom eile.
Chall èileadh ò hì, chall a horo…
Chuala mi ‘n-dè ò hò
Sgeul nach b’ ait leam: ò hò
Glaschu a bhith ò hò
Dol na lasair, trom eile.
Chall èileadh ò hì, chall a horo…
Glaschu a bhith ò hò
Dol na lasair, ò hò,
‘s Obar-Dheathain ò hò
‘n dèidh a chreachadh; trom eile.
Son of Cholla, ho ho
From your arm, ho ho
I would expect valor, trom eile
Chorus:
Chall eileadh hao, chall o ho ro
Chall eileadh hao, chall o ho ro
Challa na haor ri ri, chall o ho ro
Haghaidh o ho, trom eile
From your arm, ho ho
I would expect valor, ho ho
Auchinbreck's laird, ho ho
Was killed by you, trom eile
Auchinbreck's laird, ho ho
Was killed by you, ho ho
And was buried, ho ho
At the Lochside, trom eile
And was buried, ho ho
At the Lochside, ho ho
Though small I be, ho ho
I cast a sod on him, trom eile
Though small I be, ho ho
I cast a sod on him, ho ho
Which made gloomy, ho ho
Neil of the Castle, trom eile
Which made gloomy, ho ho
Neil of the Castle, ho ho
And left his son, ho ho
Melancholy, trom eile
And left his son, ho ho
Melancholy, ho ho
Lachlan's daughter, ho ho
Herself was lamenting, trom eile
I heard today a tale, ho ho
I did not like, ho ho
That little Glasgow, ho ho
Was ablaze, trom eile
That little Glasgow, ho ho
Was ablaze, ho ho
And Aberdeen, ho ho
Had been plundered, trom eile
