If they rob us of name and pursue us with beagles,
Give their roofs to the flame and their flesh to the eagles!
Then vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Gregalich!
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, etc.
While there’s leaves in the forest, and foam on the river,
Mac Gregor, despite them, shall flourish for ever!
Come then, Gregalich; come then, Gregalich;
Come then, come then, come then, etc.
Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall career,
O’er the peaks of Ben Lomond the galley shall steer,