Alasdair Mhic Colla (translation) Song Lyrics
Alasdair Mhic Colla (translation) by Capercaillie Alasdair, son of exile Cholla
In your hand I would entrust deeds.
Chant...
The lord of Ach-nam-breac would be killed
By you
Chant...
He would be buried at the edge of the loch
Chant...
And although I would get a blow, I heard
Yesterday a sad story
Chant...
That Glasgow was going down.