Dark-haired descendant of Dougall of Lorn, 
He proudly wore the crest; 
But his way of life was not by the sword, 
Peace was his only quest. 

He was the chief and we were his clan, 
A powerful close-knit group; 
Like in the days before Robert the Bruce 
Made the clan MacDougall stoop. 

He was brave in his final battle, 
Angels from heaven were sent, 
And they listened to the dirge of the bagpipes 
Playing their last lament.