Very much prefer Brian McNeill's No Gods & Precious Few Heoes meself:

And tell me will we never hear the end
Of puir bluidy Charlie at Culloden yet again?
Though he ran like a rabbit down the glen
Leavin better folk than him to be butchered
Or are you sittin in your Council house, dreamin o your clan?
Waiting for the Jacobites to come and free the land?
Try going down the broo with your claymore in your hand
And count all the Princes in the queue.

And his Strong Women Rule Us All (about Flora MacDonald):

There's a moment of your story that has always haunted me
When you set out in yon open boat to help the poor man flee
Was Chairlie Stewart's future already plain to see?
Did you know he'd be a waster all his days?

But if you did, I'd give the world to find
A single tear you cried
From the Cuillins tae the Carolinas
You showed us one and all
The courage you could call
From the tears that would not fall
From your eyes