Translation for Na Seòid

I am sad on the hillock, great is my sorrow
I saw my love but he did not even recognise me
He took no notice, did not ask, did not listen to my news
He need not have, I was not so fond of him
Going round the headland, I was depressed and weeping constantly
My beloved Clan Donald, they are the band I will not betray
The blessing of Mary and the Lord’s day, with Clan Donald of the sharpest blades
Men of the stout calves, brown-haired and light of step
Men who would draw their daggers from beneath the belts of their plaids
Men of the slender white swords, glinting in the summer’s sunlight
Men of the yew longbows, that would bend without slipping its bowstring
And the black guns that would send smoke rising from the slopes


Don't have Dòchas album so cant check translation