A WARRIORS LAMENT
Bury me not in this stone cold ground
Where’s there silence, nary be a sound
Back to the land of my kin, my birthright
Always be the thistle and heather in sight
Where the Highlands are covered with snow
And salmon laden streams, may forever flow
May the Pipes be forever in my own ears
May my soul be at rest, thru out the years
Wear the tartan of our proud Highland clan
To be a Scot, is to be a proud, proud man
Drink guid Scotch whisky, eat haggis till full
Get drunk, fight hard, a Scotsman’s golden rule
Lay me facing south, never again to feel the cold
Let not me ole lady’s new man, spend all me gold
Remember, I died a man of honor, it’s time to go
Feel the warmth, the Highlands are covered with snow
By GaelicRogue
© 2008 GaelicRogue
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