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Dónal Campbell A Scots Honour
A HIGHLAND MAN WALKS ALONE WITH THE MIST CHILLING HIS FACE PEACE AND FREEDOM HAS PASSED HIM BY HIS FAMILY IS NO MORE WHAT WAS HIS IS LOST HE WALKS THE GLEN DOWN TO THE MOOR THE COLD ETCHED IN HIS FACE HIS EYES SAY HIS DISGRACE THEY FOUGHT WELL THEY FOUGHT HARD BUT WHAT WAS THEIRS DIED IN THE GORE HIS FOOTSTEPS ECHO HOLLOW ALONG THE MOOR HIS STRIDE IS THAT OF THE OLD HIS YEARS ARE BUT TWENTY HIS BRAVERY AND HONOUR THEY ARE BUT PLENTY BUT THE FIGHT IS DONE NOW ALL IS LEFT IS TO RUN FRANCE? AMERICA? WILL HE COME HOME AGAIN NO FOR THAT WILL NEVER BE GONE FROM THE MISTY HIGHLANDS TO THE SHORES OF MY LAND OUR SCOTTISH SOLDIER COMES BUT NOT IN DEFEAT OR RETREAT THE LOVE OF THE LAND LIVES ON THE LOVE OF FREEDOM HAS JUST BEGUN WHAT WAS, WILL BE AGAIN FOR WE WILL RECLAIM OUR LAND,AGAIN! |
