Tis the day of the battle

The warriors are gathering

In the keep of the castle

Waiting for their laird to come

Impatiently the horses stamp

Excitement in the air

Walking down the tower stairs

Comes the maiden fair

Around the men she walks

Sunrise as she speaks

” A shield of mist I put on you

from heather and mountain

from sea and stone

from man and maiden

till ye return to us

No blade shall cut ye

No arrow shall strike ye

No fire shall burn ye

Shield of angels around you

May ye come back to us

As you go out from here”.

The Scottish maiden walks around

The men as she softly speaks these words.

The knights and men at arms,

Their heads they all bow down

 Tis a special protection she chants

To protect these gallant warriors from harm

For far from home they will roam

They will need her protection

Till they all come back home