Remember the Homeless
Remember the homeless,the starving and poor, Their coffin ships leaving, they can stay no more. From homes in the black house, the strath and the glen Seeking a land, not returning again.
A starving of belly, a starving of soul, Such sadness of leaving, they cannot control. The glens still are empty but hope stays alive, A place to return to if they can survive.
New lands await them but home is still heart , But distance in miles, will keep kin apart. A clutching to memory ,of family and friends No longer crofters, back in the glens.
A new life is waiting for those who must leave, A time full of sorrow for family who grieve. The men left behind and the women who weep, The clearance of those who must make way for sheep.
The sounds of the pipes, a highland lament,
From those who remained on the shore as they went, To places far distant, from chieftain and clan But stayed Scots forever, the heart of a man.