MacRimmon's Lament / MacCrimmon's Sweetheart

歌詞

O'er Coolin's speaks the night is creeping, The banshee's croon is round us sweeping; Blue eyes in Duin are dim with weeping, Since thou art gone and ne'er returnest. Chorus No more, no more, no more returning; In peace nor in war is he returning; Till dawns the great day of doom and burning, MacCrimmon is home no more returning. The breeze of the bens is gently blowing; The brooks in the glens are softly flowing; Where boughs their darkest shades are throwing, Birds mourn for thee who ne'er returnest. Chorus Its dirges of woe the sea is sighing, The boat under sail unmov'd is lying; The voice of waves in sadness dying Say, thou art away and ne'er returnest. Chorus We'll see no more MacCrimmon's returning In peace nor in war is he returning Till dawns the great day of woe and burning, For him, there's no more returning.