We ran throughout the night
The enemy storm did pound.
We ran throughout the night
While dark and thunder fell around.

We ran unto the break of day
Through tree and bush and hedge.
We ran unto the break of day
And found the river’s edge.

We ran though lungs would burst.
A thousand hooves to cleave the ground.
We ran though lungs would burst,
Our heartbeat matched the sound.

We ran for home and wife and babe,
The waters mixed with blood
We ran for home and wife and babe.
Bodhrán rhythm fed the flood.

We crossed the wide wide river,
A wall of horses ten men wide.
I hear the pipes within my soul.
I’ll run no more nor hide.
The lads and I to death will fight
With arrow, spear, claymore.
Though some may fall,
We’ll ride and fight
Till rest my head
On Scotland’s shore.

Image Credit: Tim Flach

Also inspired by Albannach