Maccrimmon's lament

Doon Coolin's face the night is sailing,
The banshee croons her note of wailing
My blue eyen wi' sorrow are streaming,
For I noo will never return MacCrimmon

No more, no more, no more MacCrimmon
In war nor in peace shall return MacCrimmon
Till dawns the sad day of doom and burning,
MacCrimmon is home no more returning

The breeze on the bray is mournfully moaning
The brook in the hallow is plaintively mourning
But my blue eyen with sorrow are streaming,
For I noo will never return MacCrimmon

No more, no more, no more MacCrimmon
In war nor in peace shall return MacCrimmon
Till dawns that great day of doom and burning,
MacCrimmon is home no more returning