Great White Sheep Oh Sutherland is a bonnie land, Beyond the Moray Firth. And Rosshire smiles at the Western Isles, The land of Gaeldom's birth. From Scrabster Bay to Mingulay, The mighty mountains weep; For each sad glen has been cleared of men To make way for the great white sheep. Kildonan's ablaze and Langdale's braes Are burnin' tae the skies. The Factor's men who raze the glen Heed not the infant's cries. The landlord's might denies the right Of the crofter's crops tae grow. A laird must keep his great white sheep So his flesh and blood must go. A Sutherland maid, her clan betrayed And wed tae an English lord. She's driven her men from the neighbor's glen Wi' musket, ball and sword. Her land she's sold for English gold While her clansmen throng the shore; And the great white sheep walk the mountains steep, Her men will walk no more. From every glen the silent men Have a prayer upon their lips; As they crouch by the sea in poverty And wait for the white sailed ships. The Atlantic roar on the rocky shore Will lull the bairns tae sleep. No more they'll stand on their faether's land - It has gone for the great white sheep. RX apr00
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