Lord Ullin's Daughter feat. Jude Law (Japanese Bonus Track)

A chieftain, to the Highlands bound
 Cries, Boatman, do not tarry
 And I'll give thee a silver pound
 To row us o'er the ferry
 Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle
 This dark and stormy water
 O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle
 And this Lord Ullin's daughter
 And fast before her father's men
 Three days we've fled together
 For should he find us in the glen
 My blood would stain the heather
 His horsemen hard behind us ride
 Should they our steps discover
 Then who will cheer my bonny bride
 When they have slain her lover
 Out spoke the hardy Highland wight
 I'll go, my cheif-I'm ready
 It is not for your silver bright
 But for your winsome lady
 And by my word! the bonny bird
 In danger shall not tarry
 To though the waves are raging white
 I'll row you o'er the ferry
 By this the storm grew loud apace
 The water-wraith was shrieking
 And in the scowl of heaven each face
 Grew dark as they were speaking
 But still as wild blew the wind
 And as the night grew drearer
 Adown the glen rode armed men
 Their trampling sounded nearer
 "Oh haste thee, haste", the lady cries
 Though tempest surround us gather
 I'll meet the raging of the skies
 But not an angry father
 The boat had left a stormy land
 A stormy sea before her
 When, oh, too strong for human hand
 The tempest gathered o'er her
 And still they rowed amidst the roar
 Of waters fast prevailing
 Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore
 His wrath was changed to wailing
 For sore dismayed, through storm and shade
 His child he did discover
 One lovely hand stretched out for aid
 And one was round her lover
 "Come back, come back", he cried in grief
 Across this stormy water
 And I'll forgive your Highland chief
 My daughter, oh, my daughter!
 'Twas vain: the loud waves lashed the shore
 Return or aid preventing
 The waters wild went o'er his child
 And he was left lamenting