Here they lie, gone not forgotten
All the clans from days long ago
In this ground, they rest altogether
Why they fought and died?
Shall all come to know.
Born with a right
To carry the sword of our fathers,
Who fell with their brothers
And ours there below.
They may raise our cities,
They may burn the land,
We may die in thousands,
They will understand.
We will not surrender,
Not one boy or man.
Come, take the sword of the highlands
From my cold dead hands.
He said:
Carry the fight on for me
For all the sons of the highlands.
Fight for the right to be free,
Never be owned.
They may raise our cities,
They may burn the land,
We may die in thousands,
They will understand.
We will not surrender,
Not one boy or man.
Come, take the sword of the highlands
From my cold dead hands.
He said:
Carry the fight on for me
For all the sons of the highlands.
Fight for the right to be free,
Never be owned.
Carry the fight on for me
For all the sons of the highlands.
Fight for the right to be free,
Never be owned.
Carry the fight on for me
For all the sons of the highlands.
Fight for the right to be free,
Never be owned.
We will not surrender,
Not one boy or man.
Come, take the sword of the highlands
From my cold dead hands.