Lyrics:
And in a tiny croft in Clachan sat a mother Peg Macdunn And she sewed the cords together for Her 16 year old son And she cried as he was leaving, donâ
fighting to regain his throne. But the others to save clachans and their homes. In Culloden fields highlanders and their prince against the Royal Army all
of ancient shine On your ordinary lives We joyed went to the lines of harvest So open up the land Open up the sand Returning again in Clachan
tae sport an play Nae mair will our bonnie callants Merch tae war when oor braggarts crousely craw Nor wee weans frae pitheid an clachan Murn the ships
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