MacCrimmon's Lament / MacCrimmon's Sweetheart Lyrics

O'er Coolin's speaks the night is creeping,
The banshee's croon is round us sweeping;
Blue eyes in Duin are dim with weeping,
Since thou art gone and ne'er returnest.

[Chorus]
No more, no more, no more returning;
In peace nor in war is he returning;
Till dawns the great day of doom and burning,
MacCrimmon is home no more returning.


The breeze of the bens is gently blowing;
The brooks in the glens are softly flowing;
Where boughs their darkest shades are throwing,
Birds mourn for thee who ne'er returnest.

[Chorus]

Its dirges of woe the sea is sighing,
The boat under sail unmov'd is lying;
The voice of waves in sadness dying
Say, thou art away and ne'er returnest.

[Chorus]

We'll see no more MacCrimmon's returning
In peace nor in war is he returning
Till dawns the great day of woe and burning,
For him, there's no more returning.