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