A traditional song sung by Arthur Cormack. According to Aros - Dualchas An Eilein cd it was composed by a MacLachan

1. You who travel the mountains
Are forever coming into my thoughts
I am telling in truth
What has torn me
It wasn't the cutting lead
That made the blow so bitter
But the many of my friends
Who fell in the battle in springtime.

2. My hair has gone gray
And my visage changed
My eyes are weeping
And my heart is sick and wounded
For the number of my friends
Who remained to be stripped on the battlefield
What has increased my pain is
Not knowing who spread the earth over them

3. There is not a duke in Scotland
Or indeed in England
Who wouldn't wish the young and handsome youth
To be his son
In the beginning of your career
You captivated discerning minds
You were stalwart and kingly
And you were steadfast in the faith

4. But I will cease talking of you
Or indeed counting you
Since I lost the gifts
Which will not return 'til Judgement Day
And although King James would come
And be proclaimed on every street
At the end of each situation
My state would be as it is.