Clann An Drumma - The Blood Red Poppies lyrics

In a distant field far away from here, the blood red poppies dance. Swaying gently in the breeze, and moving like a trance. Ma bonnie Hielan' laddie has tarried there a while. Though nameless he is upon the stane, we know he is Argyll. No one sees, no on hears, the spirits o' the past. Our heroes will rise again and dance the victory dance. Sleep well, sleep well; do not stir, the golden bell has rung, and in your peaceful slumber never hear a gun. And as the wind blows tae the north & rushes ever oan, it gently lifts there spirits high and brings them all back home.