A Mhòrag 's na Horo Gheallaidh (исполнитель: Mary Jane Lamond)
Ó ì og ì ò Mhòrag 's na ho rò gheallaidh Ó ì og ì ò Mhòrag bheag a' chùil riomhaich Dheanainn-sa do chìr a cheannach Mhòrag bheag a' chùil dualaich 'S tric do luaidh a' tighinn air m'aire Mis' amuigh air luing a' seòladh 'S mi gun dòigh air tighinn gu baile An cuimhne leat an oidhche bha sinn 'S a' luing bhàin air bhàrr na mara An oidhche sin a chaidh ar fuadach Thànaig a' mhuir mhùr 'na gleannaibh 'S [bad word] a Rìgh nach ann a bha mi 'N ciste-laigh nam bòrdan tana Bhon a chunna mi na coinnlean Ag gabhail araoir air do bhanais Nuair dheidheadh tu amach a dh'fhia'chadh Bu trom do thriall bhon a' bhaile Le d'ghunna leathann 's le d'fhùdar Le do ghille 's cù 'na dheannamh Leagadh tu 'n damh donn a' bhùirein 'S fhuil 'ga thùcadh 's e gun anail Cha leiginn thu chrò nan caorach Air eagal d'aodach a shalach Cha leiginn thu chrò nan gobhar No bhleoghainn a' [bad word] as t-earrach Mi air chùl nam beanntan àrda Cha chluinn mo mhàthair mo ghearain Mhòrag bheag nighean an Leòdaich Airson a dheanainn dòrtadh faladh Mhòrag bheag à tìr nan Leòdach Dh'òlainn do dheoch-slàint' a dh'aindheoin English: Little Morag of the lovely locks I would buy you [bad word] Little Morag of the curling tresses Often your [bad word] to mind Me, out on the ship sailing Without a way to return home Do you remember the night we were on board? The white sailed ship on the surface of the sea That was the night we were driven off course By the sea that rose in billows It's a pity that I wasn't In the coffin of narrow boards Since I saw the candles Blazing at your wedding banquet When you went on the hunt Heavy your procession from the village With your slender barrelled gun Powder, attendant and bounding dog You would kill [bad word] brown stag Leaving him breathless and choked on his blood I would not permit you to go to the sheep pen For fear you would soil you clothing I would not permit you to go to the goat pen Or to milk the cows at springtime I am on the backside of the high mountains My mother can't hear [bad word] Little Morag, daughter of the MacLeod chief For whom I would spill blood Little Morag from the land of the MacLeods I would drink your toast notwithstanding