Sweet 18 off into battle, he crossed the burn and joined the men

Sweet 18 off into battle, he joined the line as they cleared the glen

As the craw sat high on the dyke

And the gale of wind blew all night

And the hag with the second sight said its not right its not right its not right

Well word came down from the chieftains table

100 young men should join the cause

They should fight for family they should fight for freedom

They should fight for his share of the big reward

As the craw sat high on the dyke

And the gale of wind blew all night

And the hag with the second sight said its not right its not right its not right

Word was slow but we heard there had been slaughter

Weeping and wailing filled the Glen

And in the funeral fires that lit the night

I saw Sewwt 18 once again.

As the craw sat high on the dyke

And the gale of wind blew all night

And the hag with the second sight said its not right its not right its not right