Glasgow's Burning-Méav

Alasdair Mhic
Cholla Ghasda
As do laimh s' gun
Earbainn tapaidh
Mharbhadh Tighearna
Ach nam Breac leat
Chula mi'n de
Sgeul nach bait leam
Glaschu a bhith
Dol 'na lasair
Glaschu a bhith
Dol 'na lasair
'S Obair Dheathain
'N deidh a chreachadh
Translation：
Alastair son of gallant Cholla
From your arms I would expect heroic deeds
The Lord of Each nam Breac was killed by you
I heard yesterday a strange story
That Glasgow was going up in flames
And Aberdeen was being pillaged