I need a son, who will reign as king in Scotland. Bear me a son, one to carry on my name. He must be strong, never giving in to pressure.
Nobles are cruel, always seeking their own fame.
She will be strong, stronger than I could ever be. Hist ry will tell, she will have her own fame. Come wi a lass, and a dynasty first began Gang wi a lass, now the dynasty is o er. Why did I live, all my hopes now are gone. Long live the lass, and the dynasty she will rule Long live the lass, and with her you too.