The Corries – The Bloody Sarks (Guitar)

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The young McGregor o Glen Strae wi eighty o his men

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Upon the Argyll's sleekit word pit Finla's glen a flame

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The burning thieving hieland rant drove a the beasts awa

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And left ahint twa dirkit men to perish in the snaw

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By Fallisdall the letter come frae black Dumbarton toon

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To show the way they were to gae to bring McGregor doon

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The bloody sarks o butchered men tae Jamie's court maun gae

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The widow women for to show and tell of the afray

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Colquhoun o Luss could thole nae mair wi trampelled savaged pride

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Buchanan levies mounted up to tan McGregor hide

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From Leven's vale, Dumbarton toon, and all these lowland parts

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The burgesses and fairmers came wi vengeance in their hearts

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The Campbell and the Cameron, MacDonald o Glencoe

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Ranked alang wi Gregorach and marched o'er the snow

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Far o'er the loch frae Arklet glen and doon the pass Parlane

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By Loch Long whose shores are held by the thieves o MacFarlane

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Colquhoun wi his windy lowland mob lined o'er the Fruin glen

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Five hundred foot, arrayed aboot, three hundred mounted men

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Yon godless hoard o Gregorach and others o their kind

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Will creep nae mair frae their thievin lair wi murdering in their minds

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Aye whether be it for some stirks or just a ween o blacks

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They’re ay'ways quick their dirks to stick in ain anither's backs

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For honest men and guid Scots law we'll tramp the vermin oot

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Just steady bide God's on our side o that there is nae doubt

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Then like a torrent frae the glen McGregor's scarlet charge

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The sassenach could ne'er withstand the claymore and the targe

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And all around the hellish screams o torn and dying men

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Their precious blood seeped in the mud and drained in Fruin Glen

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And every beast was lead awa, a full twa thoosand heid

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And the sairest price the victors paid was twa McGregors dead

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But bide ye yet the victor's feast the worst still to show

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For the king proclaimed the Gregorach henceforth to be outlaw

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Aye the bold McGregor and his clan were a declared outlaw