Men of Knoydart

Album cover art for "Men of Knoydart" by Hamish Imlach

Hamish Imlach - Pop, Scottish Folk

Men of Knoydart

0 Plays

Duration: 2:21

View ArtistView Album

Lyrics

[Verse 1] It was down by the farm of Scottas Lord Brocket walked one day When 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 claims and were digging their drains On Brocket's Private Land [Verse 2] "You bloody Reds," Lord Brocket yelled "Wot's this you're doing 'ere? It doesn't pay as you'll find today To insult an English peer You're only Scottish half-wits But I'll have you understand You Highland swine, these Hills are mine This is all Lord Brocket's Land [Verse 3] Then up spoke the Men of Knoydart; "Away and shut your trap For threats from a Saxon brewer's boy We just won't give a rap Now we are all ex-servicement Who fought against the Hun We can tell our enemies by now And Brocket, you are one!" [Verse 4] When the noble lord he hear these words He turned purple in the face He said, "These Scottish savages Are Britain's black disgrace I know it's true I've let some few Thousand acres go to pot But each one I'd give to a London spiv Before any bloody Scot! [Verse 5] "You're a crowd of Tartan banshees! 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 lawyer And he will understand." "Oh to Hell with your London lawyer We want our Scottish Land." [Verse 6] Then up spoke the men of Knoydart: "You have no earthly right For this is the land of Scotland And not the Isle of Wight When Scotland's proud Fianna With ten thousand lads is manned We will show the world that Highlanders Have a right to Scottish Land."

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Credits Not Found