{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}