"Ancient Hunting Tartan of The Clan McFarlane" Out to the Jungles green They went not from Aberdeen But rather they travelled From a New Hearty Land Blood of the Scots they carried Spirits which nae stayed buried Sich were these young Brave-Hearts...Bound for Vietnam Tall stand these gallant warriors High on a Wall of Honor Facing their Stars and Stripes of Red, White and Blue But within each Brave-Heart forever Are mirrors of shining rivers And calls from their ancient fathers: "Now hame...Come ye too" Hame to the misty mountains Hame to the purple islands Hame where auld Scotia waits To honor ye true Soft blow the winds to meet you Mists are the tears shed for you Gentle the mother who now cradles her bairns Tall stand these gallant warriors Upon our ain Field of Honor Our tears fall as raindrops that cause heather to bloom Joyfully now we claim you As all our ain salute you Ye be our ain forever All Scotsmen...All true Into Southeast Asian Jungles Marched men in countless numbers Their names from auld Scotia Now engraved upon The Wall On point deadly ambush lying Warriors by thousands dying Called by their fathers' names...And still Scotsmen all Towering the Granite Wall Still guarded by Brave-Hearts all Eyes lifted upwards towards their ain flag that waves But back by the shining river Scots call out names together Reclaiming each warrior Sprung from Scotland...These Brave |
In gratitude: SandyV
©4/28/1999
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