Lyrics:
 
Nuair a sheasas mi 's an [bad word] Chì mi 'choille bhos mo chinn
Sìnidh mo shùilean air sileadh
Tha mo mhisneachd air a claoidh
 
Sèist:
É ho rò 's 'na bheil air m'aire
'S mór an nochd a tha mi 'caoidh
Ill ù ill ò gur mór mo luaidh ort
Ged nach d'fhuair mi thu dhomh fhìn
 
'Sann agam fhìn a bha na bràithrean
Bi mi 'ga àireamh a chaoidh
'S [bad word] nach robh mi aig a' charraig
Nuair a dh'éibh iad soraidh leibh
 
Nuair a ràna' sinn 'n "Table"
Mo chuideachd gu léir ann [bad word] Mo phiuthar 's mo bhràthair-céile
'S gun stiall eudaich air an [bad word]  
Seiche na bà air a cairteadh
'S air a càradh air mo [bad word] Mi air stàbhradh leis an acaras
Col'as a' bhàis a' tighinn air m'aghaidh
 
Nam biodh agam cliabh 's corran
Feamain iseal 's m'eathar fhìn
Cha bhiodh mo chlann air a' bhrochan
'S an tìr mhosach 'gamo chlaoidh

English Translation:
 
When I stand in the doorway
I see the forest above my head
My eyes begin to weep
My courage is overwhelmed
  [bad word] (after each verse):
É ho rò the subject of my thoughts
Great tonight is my mourning
Ill ù ill ò I love you deeply
Although I didn't win you for myself
 
I had three brothers
Who I will forever recount
It's a pity that I wasn't at the quay
When they bid us farewell
 
When we arrived at the Table
My entire family was there
My sister and brother-in-law
Without a strip of clothing on their backs
 
scraped cow's hide
Fixed on my back
And I was starving with the hue
Of [bad word] over my face
 
If I had a creel and a sickle
The low seaweed and my own boat
My children wouldn't be eating [bad word] And I wouldn't be oppressed by this miserable land