Upon the heights
On lowly shores
A galleon fair hung dry
No heroes breath or
marching crest
No banner held on high
A horn that went
Once heaven sent
Sung loud on silent
shores
A flask of rum
A quiet hum
Called out their
dampened roar
Once proud their eyes
'cross mountains rise
See them sullen, red and plain
For a lonely grave
Lies beneath the waves
With the corals and
the rain
Toward the moor
In a cavern's maw
His pistol we did place
It would shame his line
Poor Ailein Duinn
To be left without a trace
We fired our guns
Toward the sun
On the valley their cry rang shrill
While the lady kind
Of Ailein Duinn
Walked softly down the hill
On a cliffsides crest
Her feet did rest
As she gazed upon the sea
Her violent scream
Her fearsome dream
To set her spirit free
We rose to ride
At the failing light
As she neared her husbands side
My knuckles rapt
On a doorway black
An answer we'd never find
We lowered our hats on their doormat
As the townsfolk wept and cried
For when we did meet
On Stornoway's streets
They were sheltered by the tide
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