{Verse 1}
Great nobles and kings have sat down to decide
And they've chosen a suitor for the young Scottish bride
Who wants a crown on a long summer's day
Would you ask for a kingdom if you had your say
{Verse 2}
Fareweel tae your faither, the king on the shore
Ye maiden of Norway, ye'll see him no more
A nation awaitin a queen tae command
Leavin for Scotland, a ring on her hand
{Verse 3}
A storm in the black sky, a chill in the air
The storm runnin through her is more than she'd bear
And sleep, it won't come easy in a cold cabin bed
And barely the strength for yer water and bread
{Instrumental: Whistle}
{Verse 4}
Now, easy, young Margaret, the storm has now passed
And you'll have no shelter from the icy cold blast
Cast off into the sunrise, as still as the sea
No storm and no kingdom, your spirit is free
{Instrumental: Fiddle and pipes}