I first came into being By my Mama and my Da They took the best of care for me I was a strapping lad! Running throught the thistles in the Sunshine by the sea Oh yes these were such happy times Such pleasant memories They brought me up The Highland way And we all did our best We worked with the land and tilled the soil With little time to rest We rose at dawn the days were long Until the sun had set Hard-working friends and family No better ye can get I was to be a plowman! A farmer in the glen! Back at home in the fields With my friends! Growing up in Scotland And I soon became a man I build a cottage by the loch With my own two hands Here my life was golden As I cherished ever day Until The King constripted me And took me far away I was to be a plowman! A farmer in the glen! Back at home in the fields With my friends! A was to be a farmer! A plowman in the glen! Back at home in the Fields of Inverness! I was to be a plowman! A farmer in the glen! Back at home in the fields With my friends! A was to be a farmer! A plowman in the glen! Back at home in the Fields of Inverness! The Fields of Inverness! The Fields of Inverness! The Fields of Inverness! The Fields of Inverness!