Standing on a hill I watched the fray
Blood, sweat and gore on a summer’s day
Pain and hurt that made men cry
To die and sleep no fond goodbye.

Some fought, some knelt, some ran away
But the banner man helped carry the day
He charged with heart across the field
Men turned and rose and would not yield.

It was a rout by any means
The flag survived those awful scenes
To grace the halls where clansmen lay
To live and rise another day.

Alan Wilson
Highland Line International