Your cattle lifted are, your men sadly slain are.
I’m Black John the sharp-eyed one, sharp-eyed one, sharp-eyed one,
I’m Black John the sharp-eyed one, driving them safely.
Carles in trewses clad, trewses clad, trewses clad,
Carles in trewses clad, up and bestir you.
Carles in trewses clad, side dirk and mailed shirt,
Carles in trewses clad, flight we quick gave you.
Glenorchy’s bold Mac Intyres, true shots that will not miss,
Bullets sure hitting that fast slay the carles.
There where the river bends, arrows that pierced you quick;