Will ye gang tae the highlands, Leezie Lindsay,
Will ye gang tae the highlands wi’ me
Will ye gang tae the highlands, Leezie Lindsay
My bride and my darling tae be.
Tae gang tae the heilands wi’ you sir,
Would bring the saut tear tae my e’e
For to leave the green fields and woodlands
And streams o’ my ain country
I’ll show you the red deer a-roamin’,
On mountains where waves the tall pine
and as far as the bound of those the red deer,
These moorlands and mountains are mine
A thousand claymores I can muster,
Ilk blade and its bearer the same
And when round their cheiftain they rally,
The gallant Argyll is my name.
There’s dancing and joy in the heilands,
There’s piping and gladness and glee.
For Argyll has brought hame Leezie Lindsay,
His bride and his darlin’ to be.