Where is the Highland courage
That we saw in days lang gone?
When oor men fought wi' nae reserve
An' money a battle won.
Scotland's courage is noo a' fled
An' we're left wi' a hollow land.
Oh, why this e'er had tae be
I'll ne'er understand!
We met the English on Drumossie Moor
Where we fought the battle sair;
Wi' oor rightful king at oor head,
Ye'd think that wouldna dare!
But the Sassenachs stripped us of oor rights
Tae be Scottish anymore.
They've ta'en awa' oor tartan plaid
An' oor e'er true Claymore.
They've chased us oot o' oor dear land,
Made fugitives of us a'.
But one thing we ken in each oor heairts
Is that we will defy them until we fa'.
Mony are exiled on France's shores,
Perhaps ne'er tae see their land again.
Captive wi' their king in a foreign land,
Chased frae the field of battle we couldna win.
Other hae been ta'en captive,
Tried and butchered in London Toon.
But oor men are brave and oor heairts are true,
And at least in spirit they'll ne'er bring us doon.
We're hunted and harried and murdered and tried,
We're exiled and ta'en awa' frae oor hames.
A' oor brave men lay on bloody Culloden,
The birds picking o'er their bleach-ed banes.
Perhaps some day, the time will come
When Chairlie will come once more.
He may be triumphant, he may right oor wrangs;
He may be defeated like we were before.
But until that time, we'll drink a toast,
Always tae the King O'er the Sea.
And do or die, we'll wait for him
Until he comes back oor king tae be!
Here's a song for the day as well: Highlander's Farewell
Slainte, Hazel
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