About the savage selling off of ancestral lands in Scotland and Ireland
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They come from the shores, and the valley and brae
There's a line of folks leaving the Atlantic Way
They're clarion' the Highlands for sheep, I've been told
And selling dear Ireland for silver and gold
Oh I don't want the world, or a palace on the shore
Just a plow and a horse, and a hunt on the moor
Where the bones of my fathers and mothers do lay
And to plough the green fields, till the end of my days.
One day came the landlord, with letter in hand
"Ye got fifteen days to clear off of my land!"
With sore little money, I gathered my kind
And left a stone house, and our memories behind.
Now we sail for a strange land, we don't know a soul
They're telling us that now we'll be harvesting coal
Where the green hills and Brighid Wells are ne'er to be found
I cry in the night to be back on my ground
So listen, ye Clan chiefs and landlords as well
Gods curse on ye all, you'll be meeting in Hell
For taking good people and selling them down
One day we'll be back on our own Holy Ground.
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