Aoidh, Na Dèan Cadal Idir

Aoidh, na dèan cadal idir,

Aoidh, na dèan cadal trom;

Aoidh, na dèan cadal idir –

Thoir a-mach ris an tom.

Aoidh, na dèan cadal idir,

Aoidh, na dèan cadal trom;

Seall a‑staigh fo thaobh do leaba:

Gheibh thu ’n gaoirdean rag ’s e trom.

Aoidh, na dèan cadal idir,

Fois chan fhaigh ’s a’ chreach air bhonn;

Seall rid leis, an claidheamh geur ann,

’S thoir a-mach ris an tom.

Aoidh, don’t sleep at all,

Aoidh, don’t sleep deeply;

Aoidh don’t sleep at all -

Take to the hills immediately.

Aoidh don’t sleep at all,

Aoidh, don’t sleep deeply;

Look under your side of your bed:

You’ll find the stiff, heavy arm.

Aoidh, don’t sleep at all,

You’ll get no peace with the raid underway;

Ensure your sharp sword is on your thigh

And take to the hills immediately.