The Caman Man

Your old and historic Evolved and mature Like cast strength whiskey So strong and so pure You capture our heart Hold on with some style Our highland religion Drip fed as a child An education of sort A mark of respect To play this old sport Help villages connect For those who've not seen its hard to explain Just how much pride We have in our game Its the game of the gaels The language of our clans No place for fear or to come and dear the heart Of the caman man From the dawn of time through missed covered glens Clans once gathered there with hundreds of men Now we call time They'd last many days Wearing full highland dress With their tartan plate For 90 short minutes we'd contest and collide And once its all over cast difference aside An offer of hand To greet one another A nod of respect for your wood swinging brothers It's the game of the gaels The language of out clans No place for fear or to come and dear the heart Of the caman man Once my best friend by release from life strose But now it feels right but I should let go I've had my time Which is hard to admit Life ever changing no time to commit Wildness to stand as twelve healthy men To toss a coin on which end to defend Hear the whistle ring out as the balls thrown high Fifty bright eyes Cast towards the sky They can knock Take a ban Take a smack Take a clatter In years to come None of it will matter To run like the wind and to leap like the sammer A small price to pay to say you've held a caman It's the game of the gaels The language of our clans No place for fear or to come and dear the heart Of the caman man You'll continue to grow Gather tales on your way I'll never forget what were my glory days We stood together as one hand in hand The pipe band tuned up At the back of the stand Those fond memories I'll hang on to and treasure As I dust of a glass To pour a large measure To our ancient sport To Scotlands fine song I toast your health My heart you've won Its the game of the gaels The language of our clans No place for fear and to come and dear the heart Oh it's the game of the gaels The language of our clans No place for fear and to come and dear the heart Oh it's the game of the gaels The language of our clans No place for fear and to come and dear the heart Of the caman man