Sword Of The Highlands

Here they lie, gone not forgotten

All the clans from days long ago

In this ground, they rest altogether

Why they fought and died

Shall all come to know

Born with a right

To carry the sword of our fathers

Who fell with their brothers

And ours there below

They may raise our cities

They may burn the land

We may die in thousands

They will understand

We will not surrender

Not one boy or man

Come take the sword of the highlands

From my cold dead hands

He said

Carry the fight on for me

For all the sons of the highlands

Fight for the right to be free

Never be owned

They may raise our cities

They may burn the land

We may die in thousands

They will understand

We will not surrender

Not one boy or man

Come take the sword of the highlands

From my cold dead hands