March Of The Cameron Men
There's many a man of the Cameron clan That
has followed his chief to the field He has sworn to support him or die by his side For a Cameron never can yield.
I hear the pibroch sounding, sounding Deep
o'er the mountain and glen While light springing footsteps Are trampling the heath 'Tis the march of the Cameron
men. 'Tis the march, 'tis the march 'Tis the march of the Cameron men.
Oh, proudly they walk, but each Cameron
knows He may tread on the heather no more But boldly he follows his chief to the field Where his laurels were gathered
before.
The moon has arisen, it shines on the path Now
trod by the gallant and true High, high are their hopes, for their chieftain has said That whatever men dare, they can
do.
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