Our battle song!

From the youngest to the oldest,onward we go!
lungbusting boldness with pipes the old blow!
Come on our finest who can never be bought.
sing in defiance"As free as a Scot!"

Come on ahead you pursuers of death!
you have come to the right resting place!
Soon to be dead upon our homily hearth.
sure as the sun sets on the human race.

Surrounded and protected against the elements.
like a rock secured to the globe!
Stood proudly resurected,"Wains from tents!
The jocks!who slept in their robes!

They became known as the ladies from hell!
As our women and children all helped.
The old played the pipes they knew so well.
while marching behind every Celt!

Our battle song!

jon magra

Joined January 2008

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