This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
On the airy Ben-nevis the wind is awake;
The boat's on the shallow, the ship on the lake.
Ah! now in a moment my country I leave;
The next I am far away, far on the wave.
O! fare thee well, fare thee well, Glen-na-h'Albyn,
O! fare thee well, fare thee well, Glen-na-h'Albyn.
I was proud of the power and the fame of my chief,
And to raise them was ever the aim of my life,
And now in his greatness he turns me away,
When my strength is decayed and my locks are worn grey.
Oh! fare thee well, &c.
Farewell the grey stones of my ancestors' graves,
I go to have mine of the foam of the waves;
Or to die unlamented on Canada's shore,
Where none of my fathers were gather'd before.
Oh! fare thee well, &c.