| Screams echoes from the hills
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| Bagpipes of war, crushing through the night
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| Fights going on for years
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| We never give up our rights to live
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| We are the last, fighting against a past
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| To be free.
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| Highland tears
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| In blood we died
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| The king is dead all soldiers cried
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| Highland tears
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| Flow through our vains
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| The english killed put us in chains
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| It is in truth not for glory, not riches,
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| Not honours that we are fighting for,
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| But for freedom
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| For that alone, which no honest man
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| gives up but with life itself
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| We are the last fighting against a past
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| To be free.
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| Highland tears
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| In blood we died
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| The king is dead all soldiers cried
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| Highland tears
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| Flow through our vains
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| The english killed put us in chains
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| Soldiers, mountains, marshy ground
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| In freedom we trust, death we found
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| Bows and spears serve for the barricades
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| We’re fighting for tomorrow, a better decade
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| Highland tears
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| In blood we died
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| The king is dead all soldiers cried
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| Highland tears
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| Flow through our vains
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| The english killed put us in chains |