O'er Coolin's face the night is creeping
The banshee's wail is round us sweeping
Blue eyes in Duin are dim with weeping
Since thou art gone and ne'er returnest
No more no more no more returning
In peace nor in war is he returning
Till dawns the great day of doom and burning
MacCrimmon is home no more returning
The breeze of the bens is gently blowing
The brooks in the glens are softly flowing
Where boughs their darkest shades are throwing
Birds mourn for thee who ne'er returnest
No more no more no more returning
In peace nor in war is he returning
Till dawns the great day of doom and burning
MacCrimmon is home no more returning
Its dirges of woe the sea is sighing
The boat under sail unmov'd is lying
The voice of waves in sadness dying
Say thou art away and ne'er returnest
No more no more no more returning
In peace nor in war is he returning
Till dawns the great day of doom and burning
MacCrimmon is home no more returning
We'll see no more MacCrimmon's returning
In peace nor in war is he returning
Till dawns the great day of woe and burning
For him there's no more returning