The Riever's Gift
Dunvegan Head to Raasay
Flodigarry's isle to Oronsay
Lower your nets and haul away
The setting sun's on Eriskay
As Mannannan reclaims the day.
Reindeer, Storm-rider,
Golden-Antler, Lochlann's Pride
Rowing along ther heaving tide
On wings of spray the dragons fly
Through thundering seas to sleeping Skye
Whose are the hearts shall be
Broken? Whose the line of kings?
Ours the gift the riever brings:
The father's shame, the bitter stings
Of sorrow and toil, the end of things.
Bright in the moonlight
The rippling silver wavelets glide
Lapping along the waterside.
The silent loch shall e'er abide
When every last MacLeod has died.
Dunvegan Head to Raasay
Flodigarry's isle to Oronsay
Lower your nets and haul away
The setting sun's on Eriskay
As Mannannan reclaims the day.