The Great of my great great great grandparents fled
The bonnie shores of Scotland
Pinched for a penny by unscrupulous lairds
The time the land was cleared
A human no match for a breeding sheep.
Herded to a boat on a forbidding sea
The fatal winds to blow them—
Some would succeed and others would die—
To America, Canada and
Far-off New Zealand.
But there will always be the lingering cry
The broken song of the Highland
To be forced away
From the home you love
The place of your belonging.