Letras
No name, no fortune, no banner to fly
A child of the woodland, the hill, and the sky
She strung up her bow 'fore she learned how to read
Her arrows flew true like the wind on the reed
They laughed at her hands, too small for the string
But fear filled their eyes when they saw her take aim
Seas suas, Kenna, teine 'nad fhuil!
Do shaighdean mar ghaoth thar a' chùl!
From forest to battle, her name will remain
The red-haired archer, the pride of our plains!
Through brambles she hunted, through rivers she ran
Each target she met with the surest of hand
The lordlings all scorned her, the warriors sneered
Till she loosed her bow, and their laughter turned fear
At tourney, at battle, through storm and through flame
No arrow she loosed ever flew without aim
Seas suas, Kenna, teine 'nad fhuil!
Do shaighdean mar ghaoth thar a' chùl!
From forest to battle, her name will remain
The red-haired archer, the pride of our plains!
The lords made their wagers, the soldiers stood by
But Kenna stood steady, with fire in her eye
Gun eagal, gun teicheadh, gun bheum a' dol ceàrr
She let her bow sing, and her arrow struck hard
Seas suas, Kenna, teine 'nad fhuil!
Do shaighdean mar ghaoth thar a' chùl!
From forest to battle, her name will remain
The red-haired archer, the pride of our plains!
(our plains)
Seas suas, Kenna, teine 'nad fhuil!
Do shaighdean mar ghaoth thar a' chùl!
From forest to battle, her name will remain
The red-haired archer, the pride of our plains!
(the pride of our plains)