Lament for Iain Ruaidh

I decided to put words to a song I heard called "The Lament for Iain Ruaidh"

Fallen has Scotland's faithful son,
sleeps he now in shining glory,
but she left sorrowing grieves the one,
the fallen warrior, bold Iain Ruaidh.

Hard the mournful heavens cry,
as they hear the sorrowful story.
Drop a tear ye who pass by,
in lament for brave Iain Ruaidh.

Clear and strong did his voice sound,
singing ta battle over the mountains,
a new voice ha' the angels found,
in the warrior with the voice like a fountain.

Hard the mournful heavens cry,
as they hear the sorrowful story.
Drop a tear ye who pass by,
in lament for brave Iain Ruaidh.

He with furious sword defied
the foes wha pressed him, pierced him through.
On unbent knee he proudly died,
he of valiant heart and true.

Hard the mournful heavens cry,
as they hear the sorrowful story.
Drop a tear ye who pass by,
in lament for brave Iain Ruaidh.

N'er again will his true love meet,
him ta who her heart was tied.
Nor will they join in kiss sae sweet,
for she sits alone at his graveside.

Hard the mournful heavens cry,
as they hear the sorrowful story.
Drop a tear ye who pass by,
in lament for brave Iain Ruaidh.

The heather now it brightly blooms
where he fell and guards his grave,
while sad the pipes sing out a tune,
for Iain Ruaidh, young and brave.

Hard the sorrowful heavens cry,
as they hear the mournful story.
Drop a tear ye who pass by,
in lament for brave Iain Ruaidh.