Fire in the Glen

The old ways are gone, that had use for a man who defended his Lordship
Protecting his land, who in times of unrest, would have died for his Lord
Now the soldiers of England have taken his broad sword

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And there's fire in the glen
There’s fire in the glen
But no fire in the eyes of our highland men

Now the Lord has a smile, for the makers of graves
For the builders of empires, the keepers of slaves
For he kept his great home, losing nothing but pride
Now his kinsmen lay huddled all along the shore side

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So beware of their banners, and the General's lies
There's no glory for the poor man, no glittering prize
For we gave all we had, now our homes they burn down
And I cry out Republic and allegiance to no crown

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