No Tolerance
Gaelic must go, the British Government ruled
They took our lands away
Banned the pipes and wearing of the tartan
But our memory holds to this day
Our strong sense of lineage, it’s influence is vast
Traceable back to Somerled
Who masterminded the Viking outcast
Ours is a land steeped in hospitality and charm
Home to the eagle and the wild deer
The mountains, lochs, islands and moors are a celebration
Of what the Gaels hold dear
A strong new generation of Gaeldom has now grown
Out from ages past
It’s seeds of genealogy have been sown
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