Listening to Dick Gaughan again this morning.
Tell me, will we never hear the end, of poor bloody Charlie at Culloden yet again?
Though he ran like a rabbit down the glen, leaving better folk than him to be butchered.
Or are you sitting in your council house, dreaming of your clan?
Waiting for the Jacobites to come and free the land?
Try going down the broo with your claymore in your hand, and count all the princes in the queue!
For there’s no gods and there’s precious few heroes, but there’s plenty on the dole in the land of the leal.
And it’s time now to sweep the future clear of the lies of a past that we know was never real.