The old days have gone that had use for a man
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Who supported his lairdship, protecting his land
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Who in times of unrest, he would have dies for his lord
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Now the soldiers of England have taken his broad sword
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And there's fire in the glen, fire in the glen
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But no fire in the eyes of our Highland men
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And the laird has a smile for the makers of graves
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For the builders of empires and the keepers of slaves
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For he kept his great home losing nothing but pride
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Though his kinsmen lay huddled along the shoreside
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And there's fire in the glen...
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So beware of their banners and the general's lies
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There's no glory for the poor man, no glittering prize
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For we gave all we had, now our homes they fall down
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And I cry out "Republic" and allegiance to no crown
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And there's fire in the glen...
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The old days have gone that had use for a man
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Who supported his lairdship, protecting his land
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Who in times of unrest, he would have dies for his lord
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Now the soldiers of England have taken his broad sword
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And there's fire in the glen, fire in the glen
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But no fire in the eyes of our Highland men
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And there's fire in the glen, fire in the glen
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But no fire in the eyes of our Highland men
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Fire In The Glen
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Andy M. Stewart |