And this a lovely Scottish ballad about cattle droving: The Drover Road to Amulree (David Wilkie of Celtic Cowboys band) The wind pushed the herd along, on the wings of an ancient song Through passes and rivers went cattle and men And in the worst of the weather, they slept on the heather Headed south on the old way, or mountain through glen Before they laid down the steel rails and blocked off the cattle trails The hardships were plenty and the pleasures were few But he walked the hills so wild and free on the way to Amulree Then he got what he could when the droving was through So come along then to the small glen, by the old inn,on the river bend Out on the roads, where he wanted to be Highland men off to battle, drovers drivin' their cattle On the Drover Road to Amulree Then he grew older and tired, his life uninspired And he'd wait for the black herds that never came by But it would not end in an old chair, all alone or in despair That was no way for a drover to die They found him face down on the cold ground, On the old road that led from town Days passed till they knew that he'd gone away Instead of sitting by the old stove, he set off on his last drove And died in the tracks of a long bye-gone day
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