McGregor o' the heilan' clan, ye left five sons and no' a man Your motley crew dae a' they can tae terrorize the border. Young Jamie wi' his fourteen weans, ne'er a steek tae claed their banes Wi' idle lands and little brains cause nothing but disorder.
McGregor o you've left your gun tae Robin Oidh your second son Noo poor McLaren's days are done, Jamie's ta'en his cattle He's led them aff at early dawn, your widow Ellen led them on She'd better see that they are gone, or be prepared for battle.
McGregor o your kith and kin have loupit ower the loch and linn A wife o' Robin they maun bin, pick on one wi' plenty Young Jamie's ta'en a widow free, wi' mansion hoose for a' tae see Her mother just for company, and Jean was barely twenty.
McGregor o tae see them go intae the hills abune Glencoe The rascals noo are lyin' low, hope for Jeannie's favours. But she would spurn the rogue's embrace, her tempered wrath was hard tae face They swore they'd put her in her place, and on her best behaviour.
McGregor o if you could see the pleadin' in the lassie's e'e I'm sure ye'd set the widow free, it's cruel tae hear her sobbin' Against her will though she be led, and ae man force her tae the bed Arm up the kirk where they are wed. She'll ne'er submit tae Robin.
McGregor o it's drawing near, this time the law will mak' it clear The rascal's days are short I fear, hands are on the lever. The gallows noo will have its chance, Jamie's fled awa' tae France He'll no' be here tae see Rab dance. In Hell they'll meet thegither.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
