drift wood is burning blue
wild walk the wall shadows
night winds are riding by
riding by
the lochy meadows
on to the ring of day
flows mira stream singing

cie gier ger low laddie' low laddie
sleep the night away

daddy is on the bay
he'll keep the pot brewing
keep all from tumbling down
crumbling down
to wrack and ruin
pray mary send him home
safe from the foam singing

cie gier ger loe laddie loe laddie
sweep the dark away

down on ben breah's side
wander the lost lambies
here there and every where, everywhere
their troubled mammies
find them and fold them deep
fold them to sleep singing

cie geir ger low laddie, low laddie
dream the night away

that's how i remember it

i don't know how to spell the gaelic as i ceased to speak it from the age of about five i think only the chorus was gaelic but i do know enough to know that's not scott's gaelic--it's irish so i'm guessing the writer wasn't scottish