Out of the darkness the torches are comin'
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Clatter of hoofs and torches on roofs
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Young bairns wailin', ships they are sailing
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Burning off our homeland a new land to calm
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Will ye be proud when yer grand fathers turnin'
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Will ye be proud as yer son dies sae well
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Will ye be proud when the last battle's over
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will ye be proud at yer lifes last remain
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Highland men hangin' by English decree
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Hung by their kilts as a warnin' ta the free
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From a landlord's voice the Highlands are finished
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Your swords and yer plaid shall be never again
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The targe is torn and the claymore Is blunt
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As is the spirit of those who won't stand
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Betrayed and dishonoured and robbed of their land
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What has become of a Highland band
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There's a new day dawning
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For those who are Highland
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Heads held high and proud once again
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Two hundred years of bitter tears mourning
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The country that's ours must now be again
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Will Ye Be Proud
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| Real Mckenzies |
