I Mourn For The Highlands Lyrics - Andy M. Stewart

I mourn for the Highlands, now drear and forsaken 

The lands of my fathers the gallant and brave 

To make room for the sportsmen, their lands were all taken 

And they had to seek out new homes far away 

Oh shame on the tyrants who brought desolation 

Who banished the brave and put sheep in their place 

Where once smiled the gardens rank weeds in their station 

And deer are preferred to the leal-hearted braves 

Oh where are the parents and bairns yonder rovin 

The scene o' their gladness is far o'er the main 

No blithe-hearted milk-maid now cheers at the gloaming 

The herd-boy no longer seen on the plain 

But the lark is still soaring; she sings in her glory 

With no one to listen her sweet morning lay 

The clansmen are gone, but their deeds live in story 

Like chaff in the wind, they were borne far away