Oh our island
is a bonnie land
up to the west and north.
Laird James smiles
at the western isles
the land of Laird Eideards Birth.
Crickstow by the Sea
to ravensly
the mighty mountains weep
for each sad glen
has been cleared of men
to make way for the great sac sheep.
The Islanders blaze
and Lionsgates braes
are burning up the skies
Laird James men
did raze our glen
heed not the young sheeps cries!
Both barons might
denies their right
and all out battle grows
each Laird must keep
his great sac sheep
from the reiving of thier foes!
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