Through an age of fighting men When sword was mightier than pen There lived a clansman bold an true The very one our name came through Born of blood line dating from The hundred battles warrior Conn Gaelic viking in his veins Testify his battle fame For three hundred and fifty years The western highlands lived in fear Fighting to regain the Isles Down to Islay and Argyle From the Dalriadan line Through the centuries there we find A Scotsman born with Viking name Born to rule through love an pain Hail to ye sons of Somerled Hail to ye sons of Somerled Ruling from the Ilse of Man Islay was the place they'd ... make their stand After almost twenty years Her rid the Isle of Norsemen ... then and there Hail to ye sons of Somerled Hail to ye sons of Somerled Through the timeless history, Fighting for their destiny Images fly through my head, Images of Somerled ... chorus The warrior kings lived by the sword From hill to loch and dark fjord Battling 'til his life he shed Leaving the throne To the sons of Somerled