"Oh, where's my little laddie gone?"

The lady left her 'broidery frame;

Through every castle window peered,

With tearful eyes, the gentle dame.

Then Macleod called his followers out,

And loud the castle trumpets blew:

"Oh, Macleod's heir is strayed awa',

And on the heather falls the dew,

"And on the heather falls the dew;

Shadows are floating o'er the sea.