Oh weep ye well my dear by Atholl Weep ye for oor finest jewel Weep ye for oor John Robert By the Garry's deepest pool By the heights o' Killiecrankie By the tears o' morning dew Lay the broadswords o' Culloden Wi' the tartan and the blue Lang we'd lay among the heather Gently sped the mist away Panting like the hounds o' summer Waiting for the deer tae slay By the drums o' brave Dunbarton Rose the eagle wild and free By the pibroch o' Dundonald Rose the bonnets o' Dundee Like a torrent doon the mountain Swept the avalanche of steel Rose the wild cry o' MacDonald Flash the claymore o'er Lochiel By the red leaves o' the summer Whirling by the Garry's pool Came the whirlwind o'er the heather Roaring like the Flood anew Doon the pass the leaves are swirling Doon the glen noo in the gloom Where the redcoats noo are burling In the Garry's bloody pool