S’iomadh oidhche fhliuch is thioram Sìde nan seachd sian Gheibheadh Griogal dhomhsa creagan Ris an gabhainn dìon. (Many a night, wet and dry Even in the worst of weather Gregor would find a little rock for me Beside which I could shelter.) Òbhan, òbhan òbhan ìri Òbhan ìri ò! Òbhan, òbhan òbhan ìri ’S mòr mo mhulad ’s mòr. (Woe is me, woe is me Woe is me, great indeed is my sorrow.)
