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In the 18th century way up in the |
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Highlands |
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The British lion roared at |
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Scotland with a henious plan |
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The English pushed up from the |
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South with murderous dragoons |
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And what they did to |
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Scotland will not be forgotten soon |
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The fighting feild culloden, |
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Prince Charlie was the man |
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Of illusionary grandure with no head for command |
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Cumberland with cannon fired on |
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Scots with sword in hand |
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Brave men fought & died in kilts defending ancient clans |
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They were |
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Scottish, and now they're gone |
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They were |
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Scottish, and they live on |
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The Higlanders were cut to shreds, hung & lost their heads |
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To put some to rot in prisons and left 'em all for dead |
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No mercy for the |
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Highland people screaming through the years |
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Some were chained & shipped as slaves far off to new frontiers |
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People come & people go but |
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Scots will never die |
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They live on in sons & daughters |
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Scottish heart. |
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Scottish pride |
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Now there's |
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Scottish all around the world |
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And what better world their be |
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Remember the ones who made our |
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Scottish history |
