MacCrimmon's Lament - Barbara Dickson

Doon Coolin’s face the night is sailing

The banshee croons her note of wailing;

My blue eyen wi' sorrow are streaming

For I noo will never return MacCrimmon

No more, no more, no more MacCrimmon;

In war nor in peace shall return MacCrimmon;

Till dawns the sad day of doom and burning

MacCrimmon is home no more returning

The breeze on the bray is mournfully moaning;

The brook in the hallow is plaintively mourning;

But my blue eyen with sorrow are streaming

For I noo will never return MacCrimmon

No more, no more, no more MacCrimmon;

In war nor in peace shall return MacCrimmon;

Till dawns that great day of doom and burning

MacCrimmon is home no more returning