Your old and historic
Evolved and mature
Like cast strength whiskey
So strong and so pure
You capture our heart
Hold on with some style
Our highland religion
Drip fed as a child
An education of sort
A mark of respect
To play this old sport
Help villages connect
For those who've not seen its hard to explain
Just how much pride
We have in our game
Its the game of the gaels
The language of our clans
No place for fear or to come and dear the heart
Of the caman man
From the dawn of time through missed covered glens
Clans once gathered there with hundreds of men
Now we call time
They'd last many days
Wearing full highland dress
With their tartan plate
For 90 short minutes we'd contest and collide
And once its all over cast difference aside
An offer of hand
To greet one another
A nod of respect for your wood swinging brothers
It's the game of the gaels
The language of out clans
No place for fear or to come and dear the heart
Of the caman man
Once my best friend by release from life strose
But now it feels right but I should let go
I've had my time
Which is hard to admit
Life ever changing no time to commit
Wildness to stand as twelve healthy men
To toss a coin on which end to defend
Hear the whistle ring out as the balls thrown high
Fifty bright eyes
Cast towards the sky
They can knock
Take a ban
Take a smack
Take a clatter
In years to come
None of it will matter
To run like the wind and to leap like the sammer
A small price to pay to say you've held a caman
It's the game of the gaels
The language of our clans
No place for fear or to come and dear the heart
Of the caman man
You'll continue to grow
Gather tales on your way
I'll never forget what were my glory days
We stood together as one hand in hand
The pipe band tuned up
At the back of the stand
Those fond memories
I'll hang on to and treasure
As I dust of a glass
To pour a large measure
To our ancient sport
To Scotlands fine song
I toast your health
My heart you've won
Its the game of the gaels
The language of our clans
No place for fear and to come and dear the heart
Oh it's the game of the gaels
The language of our clans
No place for fear and to come and dear the heart
Oh it's the game of the gaels
The language of our clans
No place for fear and to come and dear the heart
Of the caman man