DRUIDS IN THE GLEN

Glen Etive, O Glen Etive
Se an ait me chead teach a dean
Is alainn na coilte ag cirigh
I gheal na griane i Glen Etive
My love, he sat down by my side
Saying that war would shortly part us
Cruel the fate that falls to us
Astor liom gra mo chroi
As he sailed out from the shore
My poor heart was surely breaking
Praying for winds to bring him home
Astor liom gra mo chroi