The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;
  Then gather, gather, gather, Grigalach!
  Gather, gather, gather, &c.

Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew,
Must be heard but by night in our vengeful haloo!
  Then haloo, Grigalach! haloo, Grigalach!
  Haloo, haloo, haloo, Grigalach, &c.

Glen Orchy's proud mountains, Coalchuirn and her towers,
Glenstrae and Glenlyon no longer are ours;
  We're landless, landless, landless, Grigalach!
  Landless, landless, landless, &c.

But doom'd and devoted by vassal and lord,
MacGregor has still both his heart and his sword!
  Then courage, courage, courage, Grigalach!
  Courage, courage, courage, &c.

If they rob us of name, and pursue us with beagles,
Give their roofs to the flame, and their flesh to the eagles!
  Then vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Grigalach!
  Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, &c.

While there's leaves in the vorest, and foam on the river,
MacGregor, despite them, shall flourish for ever!
  Come then, Grigalach, come then, Grigalach,
  Come then, come then, come then, &c.

Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall career,
O'er the peak of Ben-Lomond the galley shall steer,
And the rocks of Crag-Royston like icicles melt,
Ere our wrongs be forgot, or the vengeance unfelt!
  Then gather, gather, gather Grigalach!
  Gather, gather, gather, &c.