Round Cuillin's peak the mist is sailing The banshee croons her note of wailing But my blue e'en wi' sorrow are streaming For him that will never return - MacCrimmon No more, no more, no more forever In war or peace shall return MacCrimmon No more, no more, no more forever Shall love or gold bring back MacCrimmon The breezes on the braes are mournfully moaning The brook in the hollow is plaintively mourning But my blue e'en wi' sorrow are streaming For him that will never return - MacCrimmon No more, no more, no more forever In war or peace shall return MacCrimmon No more, no more, no more forever Shall love or gold bring back MacCrimmon