作词 : Stewart, Stewart
The old days have gone that had use for a man 
Who supported his lairdship, protecting his land 
Who in times of unrest, he would have dies for his lord 
Now the soldiers of 
England have taken his broad sword 
And there's fire in the glen, fire in the glen 
But no fire in the eyes of our 
Highland men 
And the laird has a smile for the makers of graves 
For the builders of empires and the keepers of slaves 
For he kept his great home losing nothing but pride 
Though his kinsmen lay huddled along the shoreside 
And there's fire in the glen... 
So beware of their banners and the general's lies 
There's no glory for the poor man, no glittering prize 
For we gave all we had, now our homes they fall down 
And I cry out "Republic" and allegiance to no crown 
And there's fire in the glen... 
The old days have gone that had use for a man 
Who supported his lairdship, protecting his land 
Who in times of unrest, he would have dies for his lord 
Now the soldiers of 
England have taken his broad sword 
And there's fire in the glen, fire in the glen 
But no fire in the eyes of our 
Highland men 
And there's fire in the glen, fire in the glen 
But no fire in the eyes of our 
Highland men