Loud the winds howl, loud the winds roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air,
baffled our foes, stand on the shore,
follow they will not dare.
Though the waves leap soft shall ye sleep,
Oceans a royal bed,
Rocked in the deep, flora will keep,
Watch by your weary head.
Manys the lad fought on the day,
Well the claymore did weild,
When the night came, silently lay,
Dead on Cullodens field
Burned are our homes, Exile and death,
Scatter the loyal men,
yet oer the sword, cool in the sheath,
Charlie will come again.