'S tric mi sealltainn o'n chnòc a's àirde  I'm often searching on the highest hilltop
 Dh'fheuch am faic mi fear a bhàta  Trying to find the boatman
 An tig thu'n diùigh no'n tig thu màireach  Will [bad word] tonight or tomorrow?
 'S mur tig thu idir gur [bad word] a tà' mi  If you [bad word] at all, I'll be distraught
   
Sèist: [bad word] (after each verse):
 Fhir a bhata 'sna horo eile  Oh boatman 'sna horo eile
 Fhir a bhata 'sna horo eile  Oh boatman 'sna horo eile
 Fhir a bhata 'sna horo eile  Oh boatman 'sna horo eile
 Mo shòraidh slàn leat 's gach àit an teid thu  My best wishes go with you wherever you may be
   
 Tha mo chridhe-sa briste brùite  My heart is broken, [bad word]  'S tric na deóir [bad word] o'm shùilean  Often tears [bad word] down my cheeks
 An tig thu nochd no'm bi mo dhùil riut  Will [bad word] tonight or will I wait up for you
 No'n dùin mi'n [bad word] le osna thùrsaich  But close the door, sighing heavily?
   
 Gheall mo leannan dhomh gùn dhe'n t-sìoda  My love promised me a dress of silk
 Gheall e siod agus breacan rìomhach  He promised me that and a gray tartan
 Fainn òir anns an fàiginn iomhaigh  gold ring where I'd see my reflection
 Ach 's eagal leam gun dean e di-chuimhn'  But I'm afraid he has forgotten
   
 Bidh mi tuille gu tùrsach deùrach  I will be forever tearful and dejected
 Mar eala bhàn 's an déigh a reùbadh  Like a wild swan wounded and broken
 Guileag bàis aic' air lochan feùrach  Wailing its song of death on some weedy pond
 Is cach uile an déigh a tréigsinn  Left by the others, alone and abandoned