Fire In The Glen - Andy M. Stewart

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 men