Alasdair Mhic Colla (Translation) Letra

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