There's a mist upon the mountains
And a shadow in the glen,
And among the purple heather
The tramp of armed men.
Waly, waly, hear the pibroch calling
By the lonely shore,
Waly, waly, well I know
My lad will come to me no more.

There's a stream of banners floating
And a glint of rankèd spears,
And a sound of many waters
To still the flow of tears.
Waly, waly, hear the pibroch calling
By the lonely shore,
Waly, waly, well I know
My lad will come to me no more.