Riobainean riomhach, nighean an fhidleir
Còta dimitidh, beatagan caileago
Riobainean riomhach, nighean an fhidhleir
Còta siod air mairi.

Brògan àrda, cleòca, sgàrlaid
Còta dimitidh, beatagan caileago
Brogan àrda, cleòca sgàrlaid
Riobainean riomhach mairi.

I oireann ó ra u
I oireann ó dhiù a
Hi òireann ó ra u

O mhàiri ‘s tu mo mhàiri
‘s truagh nach robh sinn air an àirigh
Le spréidh de chrodh bainne
Togail àl de laoigh ghasda
Togail àl de laoigh bhoireann
Deanamh ime agus chàis ann
Chunna mi tighinn na féidh
‘s iad a’ tighinn as am bùirean
’s truagh nach robh mi air an cùlaibh
Le m’ ghunna ‘s le m’ adhairc fhùdair

O mary, you are my mary
Would that we were in the shieling
With a herd of milk cows
Raising a herd of fine calves
A herd of female calves
Making butter and cheese there
I saw the deer coming
Bellowing as they came
I wish I was behind them
With my gun and my powder horn