We fled for our lives on a winter's eve,
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Cold but unheeded, we left with speed.
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The roundheads they had come this night,
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Our gallant people ? But blood in sight.
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If we were to barter for our lives,
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We would wind up dead.
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This is the land where I was born and bred,
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Am I a coward to avoid being dead ?
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These are the words of our forefathers,
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Long ago, in a time of fear.
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They say "what giveth returns time thee"
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Now in this age, we will wait and see.
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Condemn what you will in this war of worlds,
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Shout if you want amid peaceful slurs.
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But how do you stop a charging bull,
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With horns of steel and a desire to cull ?
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To Hell Or To Connaught
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Cruachan |