.

      But never yet the fairy flag

      Had waved upon the castle wall;

      For with his stalwart arm and sword,

      His troubles he had breasted all.

      "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.

      Oh, where's my little laddie gone:

      I pray ye bring him back to me!