Clann an Drumma - Ghosts of Culloden

Jacobite yae came sae faur, let them feel yir steel
Through mud and blood and frozen fields, yir broken bones will heal
Jacobite yae came sae faur, let them feel yir steel

Yince there wis a heiland lad
A simple life had he
He answered the call
Will yae march wi' me?
Settin' oot faur southern land
Foreign soil tae me.
Cut oor way through the mire
And on tae victory

Jacobite yae came sae faur, let them feel yir steel

Twenty miles a day on foot
A hard and painful slog
Wind and rain, fleet and snaw
Trudgin' through the bogs
Faur a chance tae engage
A butcher and his lord
Cut them doon one by one
And pit them tae the sword

Jacobite yae came sae faur, let them feel yir steel

A year has past since yae left
Yir hame deep in the glen
Noo yae staun a warrior
Wi' ten thousand men
Open up yir battle cry
Let yir slogan ring
Cut them doon yin by yin
Yir prince becomes a king

Jacobite yae came sae faur, let them feel yir steel

Jacobite yae faut sae well
And fell wi' dignity
Better die a warrior
Noble wild and free
Better die a warrior
Noble wild and free
Than live a life o' slavery bereft o' liberty
Than live a life o' slavery bereft o' liberty

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Clann an Drumma

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