With the campbells and mcdonalds, it was in their blood to fightWith each passing generation it became a mans birthrightBut they always had a common enemyNever would the english crown take scottish independency
Oh the battles rage in glasgow and majestic edinburghAnd they came with war machines and in the highlands shots were heardThen the people rose in union and the forces moved as oneAnd the clans all joined together to see english on the runAnd in a tiny croft in clachan sat a mother, peg macdunnAnd she sewed the cords together for her 16 year old sonAnd she cried as he was leaving, donâAnd come you back to clachan when the english are all done
Now rob macdunn was ready as the left the croft behindAnd he joined the highland pipe brigade with one thing on his mindThat to keep his home and freedom he must face it like a manSo he marched in common union with his musket in his handAnd he met the hill of battle in the highlands and the lowAnd the reason for the fighting long within his blood to knowIn the middle of the rumble he was forward gaining groundAnd the bagpipes still were playing as the dead lay all around
Then he moved in no direction till he faced the winds of northAnd he boldly climbed the highlands, further from the firth of forthThen one freezing, blowing morning, came the cry of peg macdunnBack to my croft in clachan god has sent me home my sonAnd in another croft in clachan cross the way from the macdunnâWith her face against the window sat a young girl, tired and wornAnd she smiled a secret knowing as she breathed a prayer aloneI thank thee lord for bringing rob macdunn back safely home
Back to the croft in clachan, he returned to peace againHe had gone a boy of 16, but he came back as a man.