Why should I sit and sigh, pulling bracken, pulling bracken?
Why should I sit and sigh on the hillside dreary?
When I see the plover rising
Or the curlew wheeling,
Then I trow my mortal lover
Back to me is stealing.
Verse 2
Tha mi sgith ' s mi leam fhin buain a rainich, buain a rainich?
Tha mi sgith ' s mi leam fhin buaain a rainich daonnan?
Sul an tomain braigh an tomain
Cul an tomain bhoidhich,
Cul an tomain braigh an tomain
Huile latha m' onar.
Verse 3
Ah! But there is something wanting.
Oh! But I am weary.
Come, my blithe and bonnie lad,
Come over the knoll to cheer me.
Verse 4
Cul an tomain braigh an tomain
Cul an tomain bhoidhich,
Cul an tomain braigh an tomain
Huile latha m' onar.