The Men Of Knoydart Songtext

Twas down by the farm of Scottas Lord Brocket walked one day And he saw a sight that troubled him Far more than he could say For the seven men of Knoydart Were doing what they'd planned They'd staked their claim, they were digging their drains On Brocket's private land "You bloody Reds!", Lord Brocket cried Wot's this you're doin' 'ere? It doesn't pay, as you'll find today, To insult an English Peer For you're only Scottish halfwits And I'll have you understand You Highland swine, these hills are mine This is all Lord Brocket's land" "I'll write to Arthur Woodburn, boys, And he'll soon let you know, That the Sacred Rights of Property Will never be laid low. With your stakes and tapes, I'll make you traipse From Knoydart to the Rand You can dig for gold till you're stiff and cold But not on this 'ere land." Up spoke the men of Knoydart "Och, away an shut yer trap For threats from a Saxon brewer's boy We just don't give a rap For we are all ex-servicemen And we fought against the hun We can tell our enemies by now And Brocket, you are one" At this the noble Brocket Turned purple in the face He said, "These Scottish savages Are Britain's dark disgrace It may be true that I've let a few Thousand acres go to pot But each one I'd give to a London spiv Before any goddamned Scot!" "You're a shower of Tartan Bolshies But I'll soon have you licked I'll write to the Court of Session For an interim interdict I'll write to my London lawyers And they will understand" "Ach, tae Hell wi yer London lawyers, We want our Scottish land" When Brocket heard these fighting words He fell down in a swoon But they splashed his jowls with uisge And he woke up mighty soon He moaned, "The Dukes of Sutherland Were right about the Scot If I had my way I'd start today And clear the whole damned lot" Then spoke the men of Knoydart, "You have no earthly right For this is the land of Alba And no the Isle of Wight When Scotland's proud young Fianna** Are assembled in the van We'll show the world that Highlanders Have a right to Scottish land" "You may scream and yell, Lord Brocket, You may rave and stamp and shout But the lamp we've lit in Knoydart Will never now go out For Scotland's on the march again And we think it won't be long Roll on the day when the Knoydart way Is Scotland's battle song" ---------------------------- uisge* : water Fianna**: warriors