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