The Highland Clearances - Silly Wizard

Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare,

And the wee bit farm deserted,

And the woods of Germany,

Grows in rows o’er the broken hearted.

Black is the wood on the roofance was braw

But blacker still is your heart, Victoria,

Sent your men untae our glens

You’ll need the Good Lord lookin' o’er ye.

Many hae gane tae Americay

You burnt their hames and garred them wander

Gor a' would have stayed wi' the deil himsel'

As bide an hour wi' the cruel Gillanders.

Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare

And the wee bit farm deserted

And the woods of Germany

Grows on rows o’er the broken hearted.