A chieftain to the highlands bound cries 'boatman, do not tarry and I'll give thee a silver crown to row us o'er the ferry' 'And who be ye to cross Loch Lyle this dark and stormy water?' 'O I'm the chief of Ulna's Isle and this Lord Ullan's daughter And fast before her father's men three days we fled together if they should find us in the glen my blood would stain the heather.' ...???? missing verses ... ends with The waters wild washed o'er his child and he was left lamenting.