The trumpet's hooting As a sign of warning They will come We have to stay awake Whole highland Covered by the fog As far as the eye can reach We are for sale I'm not telling tales We are for sale No more day dreams if they take me away The flames of torches A prince with his rifle men On the orders of the king All men will be taken away Stay down Be silent and close your eyes Lie down or you'll meet your fate, you'll see We are for sale I'm not telling tales We are for sale In the slave trade