| In the 18th century way up in the Highlands
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| The British lion roared at Scotland with a henious plan
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| The English pushed up from the South with murderous dragoons
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| And what they did to Scotland will not be forgotten soon
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| The fighting feild culloden, 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 Scots with sword in hand
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| Brave men fought & died in kilts defending ancient clans
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| They were Scottish, and now they’re gone
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| They were Scottish, but 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 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 Scots will never die
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| They live on in sons & daughters
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| Scottish heart. |
| Scottish pride
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| Now there’s 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 Scottish history |