"In braes where we stood,
her red hair under hood,
our clothing black as the morning,
we stood over the grave,
of one we could nae save
for she did not heed our warning

So black is the day, we stand upon the braes,
tears are on the face o' my lover.
Pain in our hearts, as we look over slaes,
on the one who is gone forever

The dawn would nae shine.
on this morning o' mine,
when we laid down our daughter in Aberdeen,
She died in my arms,
her hand gave her harms,
For the loss of her true love on the green

So black is the day, we stand upon the braes,
tears are on the face o' my lover.
Pain in our hearts, as we look over slaes,
on the one who is gone forever

Her name was called Claire,
she had her mum's red hair,
but she had the eyes of her daddy,
which locked onto mine,
and gave me a sign
that she would lie on the paddy

So black is the day, we stand upon the braes,
tears are on the face o' my lover.
Pain in our hearts, as we look over slaes,
on the one who is gone forever

As we walked away,
on that accursed day,
knowing that she was taken far fraem us,
her locks of red hair,
tossed without a care,
now buried in solitude under the brush."

So black is the day, we stand upon the braes,
tears are on the face o' my lover.
Pain in our hearts, as we look over slaes,
on the one who is gone forever

So black is the day, we stand upon the braes,
tears are on the face o' my lover.
Pain in our hearts, as we look over slaes,
on the one who is gone forever...