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.