I mourn for the Highlands, now drear and forsaken
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The lands of my fathers the gallant and brave
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To make room for the sportsmen, their lands were all taken
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And they had to seek out new homes far away
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Oh shame on the tyrants who brought desolation
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Who banished the brave and put sheep in their place
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Where once smiled the gardens rank weeds in their station
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And deer are preferred to the leal-hearted braves
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Oh where are the parents and bairns yonder rovin
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The scene o' their gladness is far o'er the main
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No blithe-hearted milk-maid now cheers at the gloaming
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The herd-boy no longer seen on the plain
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But the lark is still soaring; she sings in her glory
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With no one to listen her sweet morning lay
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The clansmen are gone, but their deeds live in story
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Like chaff in the wind, they were borne far away
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this may actually be "The Highland Clearances" (which it's obviously
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about) from Silly Wizard's So Many Partings -- but I only have it on
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vinyl and my turntable's dead.
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I Mourn For The Highlands
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Andy M. Stewart |