Forced collective emigration
Removal of disease
Cut off the boil
Remove the foil
Seen as a relief
Damaged population
Better they are taken away
Burn it out, exoneration
Fuadach nan Gàidheal
Out of sight
Out of their minds
Rid the land of their kind
Burn their houses to the ground
Cleansed
Lost
Never to be found
Stories told of clearances
Crofters sacked and shipped away
To foreign lands across the sea
Sailed those who could not pay
Broken men and families
Waved their last to Scottish shores
The place they loved
Born and raised
They would see no more
Now a stranger has claimed this land
Sitting like a king
With his gold in his hand
Waves of wealth flow now to the south
As the soul of the land fades away
A new day awaits for the brave
Those who say they wouldn't bend the knee
Shame be the tyrants who brought bleakness
To those with only land to concede
Hush
This is time to be sleeping.
Don't mind the noises of the men outside creeping
Dream of peace and the life you knew before
For when you awake that life will be no more
Forced onto boats
And out to sea
Watch the villages burn
Burn them down
Cleanse the land
Sold out for gold
Now a slave
Taken from their homes
Burn them down
Cleanse the land
Out of sight
Out of their minds
Rid the land of their kind
Burn their houses to the ground
Cleansed
Lost
Never to be found
Expelled vermin now have no claim
To the lands left for the Teutonic strain
Burn them down
Cleanse the land
A thousand years of highland soul
Is stripped apart and sold for gold
Watch the soul
Fade away