Brahan - Falloch

Around the room a figure moves

Pausing at each bed and gazing intently

Conjuring and casting, peg and mallet in hand

Left on their foreheads is a mark of the hag

To drink from the well three drops must spill

Bound to the tree a string of lace and silk

Cross yourself and appease

Call forth the sea and let it fall

A dh-fhagas am Blar-dubh na thasach

'Dortadh fuil le iomadh sgian;

A’s olaidh am fitheach a thri saitheachd

De dh-fhuil nan Gaidheal, bho clach nam Fionn

Foolish pride without sense will put in place

The seed of the deer with the seed of the goat

White rooks out of the wood

The cunning dog will swallow the land

Burning skin, fire and tar