Hail thee, hail thee clansmen and kinsmen
Hear us forefathers, we lay a kinsmen in the ground and his spirit free to roam
We send thee a warrior true
His targe cleaved, his sword unbroken and red with his enemies blood
His honor and valor nae be impugned (questioned)
Women do not wail or mourn, shed no tears nor bleat as sheep
for it would do him no good, nor would he find this to be joyful
Rather he bids thee dance upon his enemies bodies and drink the healthy horn
For though his body is but a shell of what he is, his spirit lives on forever more
Hear us our people and forefathers who has gone before prepare a table
for him and feast him well and make ready a place for us for we shall meet again
We shall meet again but not yet, not yet
Our time has not yet come and whilst be a hundred of us remain the clan MacLeod shall
forever be steadfast and our battle cry will nae be silent hear it now
Shalansvar Shalansadar Shalansdar Kador
(To the hilt and the last drop of our enemies blood or our death in trying)