Lyrics - Alasdair Mhic Colla (translation) by Capercaillie

Alasdair, son of exile
Cholla
In your hand
I would entrust deeds.
Chant...
The lord of
Ach-nam-breac would be killedby you
Chant...
He would be buried at the edge of the loch
Chant...
And although
I would get a blow,
I heardyesterday a sad story
Chant...
That
Glasgow was going down.