I ud ud eatharam

Làrach do thacaidean	The trace of your tackets
Làrach do chruidean	The trace of your hard boots
Làrach do bhrògan	The trace of your shoes
Am bòrd Loch na Muilne	On the plank at the Mill Loch

Sèist:	Chorus:
I ud ud eatharam	I ud ud eatharam
I ud ud aoiream	I ud ud aoiream
I ud ud eatharam	I ud ud eatharam
Chunna mise raoir thu	I saw you last night

Cha b'e brògan tacaideach	You shouldn't have been wearing tackety boots
Le pleitichean is cruidhean	With patches and hard soles
Bu chòir a bhith ma d' chasan	On your feet
Ma 's e caithris bha nad inntinn	If you had a "night visit" in mind

Carson a bha thu spadsearsachd	Why were you stravaiging
Timchioll tigh na muilne	Around the Mill House?
Robh thu'n dùil gu faigheadh tu	Did you think you'd get to
Gu nighean bhuidhe mhuilleir?	The miller's fair-haired daughter?

Cha ghabh i idir, idir, thu	She won't have you at all, at all
Cha dèan i caithris oidhch' leat	She won't entertain you on a "night visit"
Gu'n cuir thu bhuat na bloidsearan	Until you get rid of those clumsy boots
'S gu faigh thu brògan foidhne	And get finer footwear