Here they lie Gone, not forgotten All the clans, from days long ago In this ground, they rest all together Why they fought and died Shall all come to know Born with a rights to carry the sword of our fathers Whose fell with their brothers And ours they're below They may raise our cities They may burn the land We may die it our sins They will understand We will not surrender not one boy or man Come take a sword of a highland From my cold dead hand Carry the fight on for me For all the sons of a highland Fight for the right to be free never be owned They may raised our cities They may burn the land We may die it's our sins They will understand We will not surrender not one boy or man Come take the sword of a highland From my cold dead hand Carry the fight on for me For all the sons of a highland Fight for the right to be free never be owned Carry the fight on for me For all the sons of a highland Fight for the right to be free never be owned Carry the fight on for me for all the sons of a highland Fight for the right to be free never be owned We will not surrender Not one boy or man Come take the sword of the highland from my cold dead hands