Chorus Through the veil of night the elder moon closed her gloomy eyes and cried mourning tears which fell just like rain on the Scottish battlefield
When I had to leave, Mary made me promise that I would come back safe and victorious Full of pride I was marching with my kinsmen, joyfull, wild and brave sons of the Highlands
Once the fight begun chaos and confusion. Bagpipes shouted their cries weeps and wails Now I find myself bleeding on the ground. Oh! How much I wish I could have lived and returned...
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(Solos)
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