CLAYMORE
(kevin gilfoy)

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So I'll walk through the Highlands
With claymore in hand
Through all the old trails lined with heather
For when I come back down
For the new world I am bound
And my highlands are gone from me forever

Look yon lies the grave
Of young Cameron the brave
As lads we would work the fields together
He was young and strong and tall
But at Culloden he would fall
Taken down by musket ball and dragoon saber

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Oh from here I see the glen
Where the Falkirk fight began
Where Cumberland's men met Charlie's army
Where the clansmen took the field
Held their ground, refused to yeild
To the sounds of pipes and drums they marched in glory

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And there stands the tree
Where my father gave to me
This stout, broad sword of which I carry
He said hold it like a man
Use it for the love of clan
And it will serve you as well as it once served me

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So I'll lay my claymore down
On this hallowed highland ground
By the cairn where we told our ancient stories
For no weapons can be seen
As we board The Aberdeen
So my claymore must stay here with my memories

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