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The Highland Clearance
The rain that makes our Highlands green
tears from broken hearts
torn from life that's always been
forced to foreign parts
the highland soul from homeland wrenched
blind loyalty betrayed
the thirst for money must be quenched
decency forbade
of what importance a family's home
that stands in rich man's way
when he needs the fields for sheep to roam
and his tenants cannot pay
forsaken is the chieftains pledge
to hold his clansmen true
force them to the waters edge
to a life they never knew
no matter that they starve and die
improvements are a must
money, London fashions buy
and sheep can fill that lust
that rain that makes our Highlands green
cant wash away their sins
they'll pay the price when it is seen
murderous origins
damn them for their interference
the misery and pain
those architects of highland clearance
whose families still remain
their dynasties still rule the lands
with arrogant impunity
lets show the blood that's on their hands
and cancel all immunity.
Electric Scotland Note: This
poem has been recorded by the Scottish History Project which you can get
to at
http://www.ltscotland.org.uk/higherscottishhistory/migrationandempire/audio.asp
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