Alasdair Mhic
Cholla Ghasda
As do laimh-s' gun
Earbainn tapaidh
Mharbhadh Tighearna
Ach-nam-Breac leat
Chula mi'n de
Sgeul nach bait leam
Glaschu a bhith
Dol 'na lasair
Glaschu a bhith
Dol 'na lasair
'S Obair-Dheathain
'N deidh a chreachadh
Alastair, son of gallant Cholla,
From your arms I would expect heroic deeds.
The Lord of Each nam Breac was killed by you
I heard yesterday a strange story
That Glasgow was going up in flames
And Aberdeen was being pillaged