A Top a Highland Hill

A Top A Highland Hill A top a windswept highland hill above Locheil land Clansmen gathered roun and shook the princes haun They raised the standard high cheered till they were hoarse Followed the flying heron across the highland gorse. A,wa tae London toon wi hopes held dear in heart O pitting Cherlie oan a throne whaur he richtly belonged Dreams o highland jacobites tae rule oor blessed laun An nation free aw europes stifling haun. As so aften happens dreams die oan a wrang move And at Derby juist nor o London toon It wiz decided that we would go forrat nae mair So wi turned an heided hame wi hairts ower sair. Goerdie boy sent his airmie chasin us A the wey back to scotias verdant green Up an doon , doon an up aw ower the place Till at Drummossie moor we met them face to face. Oor clans were weary and tired oot But charged intae them none the less Their guns ripped through oor ranks ripping us to shreds We scattered , whit was left, to oor wee bit hill an glen Cumberland , the butcher boy chased us yince again Tae oor ancestral hames reducing them to ash Murdered those who fought and lost and innocents alike Even the auld yins infirm an ill still biding in their beds. The craws they feasted well oan highland blood an guts Plaids an kilts an a, were hidden in the straw Oor prince he hid awa n,er tae return tae us But were er we be wi toast him wi oor cups. Andrew P McIntyre November 2011.