The Highland Clearances

Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare

And the wee bit farm deserted

And the woods o'

Germany Grows in rows round the broken-hearted

Many hae gane tae

Americay Ye burnt their hames and garred them wander

For I woulda gane wi' th'de'il himsel'

As bide and hour wi' the cruel

Gillanders

Black is the wood on the ruffian-swa's braw

But blacker still is your heart,

Victoria Sent your men untae our glen

You'll need the good

Lord lookin' o'er ya

Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare

And the wee bit farm deserted

And the woods o'

Germany Grows in row round the broken-hearted