THOUGHTS ON CULLODEN MOOR

I may have the full fleshed body of a Sassenach
But I have a Scottish heart, not the heart
of a see you Jimmy Lowlander
But at the heart that stood on a cold
sleet filled Moor on a Wednesday morning
And felt the thrill of fear and the heat of battle

I may have the glib tongue of the Queen’s English
But I have the heart of a poet, not the heart of a McGonigal
But the heart that sings of the Glen and clan
A Song of enclosure and exile a Song of return and renewal
A song that sings of hill and stream of Stag and Rut

Oh I may have the full flesh body of a Sassenach and an English tongue
But I have a Scottish heart the heart and soul of the Highlander
And the blood runs hot, and the song rings out on Rannoch Moor
To a lost time and a time long past by and a time yet to come
When the Clans gather, and the Highland heart is one again
 

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