In a distant field far away from here, the blood red poppies dance Swaying gently in the breeze and moving like a trance Ma bonnie Hielan' laddie has tarried there a while Though nameless he is upon the stane, we know he is Argyll No one sees, no on hears, the spirits o' the past Our heroes will rise again and dance the victory dance Sleep well, sleep well; do not stir, the golden bell has rung And in your peaceful slumber never hear a gun And as the wind blows tae the north & rushes ever oan It gently lifts their spirits high and brings them all back home