In the mist-shrouded Highlands
Where the winds howl cold
Lies a place of tears
Enveloped by forgotten times of old
Ullapool, your harbor once filled
With hope's gleam
But the Clearances brought sorrow
Drove us from our dream
Oh, Ullapool
Your tears flow like the river's course
Remembrance of the passion
Once held in every discourse
In your hills echoes
The song of souls forgotten
Ullapool, in your pain
Stories of suffering begotten
The fields of Highland pastures
Once green in morning dew
Were taken by the lairds
Leaving us in a somber hue
Families torn asunder
Banished from ancestral land
With broken hearts
They fled to a distant, foreign strand
Oh, Ullapool
Your tears flow like the river's course
Remembrance of the passion
Once held in every discourse
In your hills echoes
The song of souls forgotten
Ullapool, in your pain
Stories of suffering begotten
Yet in the darkness of the night
A spark of hope remains
The spirit of Highland pride
Enduring all life's strains
The memory of our ancestors
Strong and proud and free
Lives on in the songs we sing
For all eternity
Oh, Ullapool
Your tears flow like the river's course
Remembrance of the passion
Once held in every discourse
In your hills echoes
The song of souls forgotten
Ullapool, in your pain
Stories of suffering begotten
So we sing this ballad
A tribute to times gone by
In our hearts, we carry Ullapool's
Sorrow and its high
May these songs forever ring
Like an echo in the night
Ullapool
You are not forgotten, in your history
You're alight, you´re not forgotten.
Mar sin, canaimid an ballad seo
Mar urram do na h-aimsirean thar chinn
Ann an ar n-anamaichean, tha mòran
De do bhàs agus do shunnd
Gun robh na h-òrain seo
A' seinn gu bràth
Mar èiginn san oidhche
Ullapool, chan eil thu air an dearbh
Ann am do dhìrichd, tha thu beò