Mo dhiath! mo dhiath! gun tri lamhan,
Da laim's a'phiob is lamh's a chlaidheamh.
Mo dhiath! mo dhiath! gun tri lamhan,
Da laim's a'phiob is lamh's a chlaidheamh.
Mo dhiath! mo dhiath! n a shineadh thall ud,
Macdughaill's a'phiob's bu mhin leam sgal orr.

My loss! My loss! That I have not three hands,
Two engaged with the pipe and one with the sword.
My loss! My loss! That I have not three hands,
Two engaged with the pipe and one with the sword.
My loss! My loss! low lies yonder,
MacDougall with his pipe, whose sound was soft and sweet to me.