Here they lie
Gone, not forgotten
All the clans, from days long ago
In this ground, they rest all together
Why they fought and died
Shall all come to know
Born with a rights to carry the sword of our fathers
Whose fell with their brothers
And ours they're below
They may raise our cities
They may burn the land
We may die it our sins
They will understand
We will not surrender not one boy or man
Come take a sword of a highland
From my cold dead hand
Carry the fight on for me
For all the sons of a highland
Fight for the right to be free never be owned
They may raised our cities
They may burn the land
We may die it's our sins
They will understand
We will not surrender not one boy or man
Come take the sword of a highland
From my cold dead hand
Carry the fight on for me
For all the sons of a highland
Fight for the right to be free never be owned
Carry the fight on for me
For all the sons of a highland
Fight for the right to be free never be owned
Carry the fight on for me for all the sons of a highland
Fight for the right to be free never be owned
We will not surrender
Not one boy or man
Come take the sword of the highland from my cold dead hands
