The old ways are gone
That have use for a man
Who defended his lordship,
Protecting his land.
Oh, when times are a mess
And went to die for his lord
Now the soldiers of England
Have taken his broadsword
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
And keepers of slaves
For he kept his great home
Losing nothing but pride
Now his kinsmen lay huddled
All along the shoreside.
And there's fire in the glen,
There's fire in the glen,
But no fire in the eyes
Of our highland men.
So beware of their banners
And the general's lies
There's no glory for the ppor man
There's no glittering prize
For we gave all we had
And now our homes, they burned down
And I cry out, "Republic
And allegiance to no crown!"
And there's fire in the glen,
There's fire in the glen,
But no fire in the eyes
Of our highland men.
There's fire in the glen,
There's fire in the glen,
But no fire in the eyes
Of our highland men.
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