First it was The Clearance, then The Blight,
Highlanders were starving, it was a terrible sight.
Twa Clan Chiefs a Bailie and The Piper 'O' Keil
Set oot for London tae mac an appeal.
At the start they could mac na but twa pair,
But as they marched through the glens they were joined by much mare.
On reaching the Great Glen it was a sight to behold,
A great gatherthing of the clans had begun to unfold.
Aw the plaids o the north a blending begun,
A new Scottish tartan, the Highlands were one.
Mass pipe bands were playing pibroch and reel,
Right at the front, was the Piper 'O' Keil.
Gillies were sparring the twa Clan Chiefs the judge,
Forgotten was conflict, gone ancient grudge.
Baile Dougal orating atop a great mound,
Telling all who would listen his idea was sound.
No need for appeal now, no cap in hand,
We'll march to London and mac oor demand.
A peaceful procession no weapons in sight,
We'll just quietly insist on that which is right.
When we leave, they'll hae a promise tae keep,
People are more important than sheep.
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