To "THe Flower of Scotland"
Oh Singer of Ballybran,
When will we sing, yer like again?
That cut and died for,
Your wee bit crystal vein.
And stood against it
Ballybran's Mach storm,
It sent you homeward,
Tae heal again.
The vein is bare now,
And rocks lie thick and still
Over a claim that is lost now,
Which you so dearly sang,
And stood against it.
Ballybrans' Mach storm,
It sent you homeward,
Tae heal again.
Those days are past now
And in the past they should remain,
But you can still rise now,
And be a singer again,
That stood against it,
Ballybran's Mach storm
It sent you homeward,
Tae think again.
Oh Singer of Ballybran,
When will we sing, yer like again?
That cut and died for,
Your wee bit crystal vein.
And stood against it
Ballybran's Mach storm,
It sent you homeward,
Tae heal again.
Author: Mordac