Laurence Overmire - The Highland Clearances lyrics

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.