I Mourn For The Highlands

I mourn for the Highlands, now drear and forsaken

The lands of my fathers the gallant and brave

To make room for the sportsmen, their lands were all taken

And they had to seek out new homes far away

Oh shame on the tyrants who brought desolation

Who banished the brave and put sheep in their place

Where once smiled the gardens rank weeds in their station

And deer are preferred to the leal-hearted braves

Oh where are the parents and bairns yonder rovin

The scene o' their gladness is far o'er the main

No blithe-hearted milk-maid now cheers at the gloaming

The herd-boy no longer seen on the plain

But the lark is still soaring; she sings in her glory

With no one to listen her sweet morning lay

The clansmen are gone, but their deeds live in story

Like chaff in the wind, they were borne far away

this may actually be "The Highland Clearances" (which it's obviously

about) from Silly Wizard's So Many Partings -- but I only have it on

vinyl and my turntable's dead.