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 
Would have died for his lord
Now the soldiers of England 
Have taken his broadsword.

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 shore side.

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've pulled down
And I cry out "Republic!" and
"Allegiance to no Crown!"