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Amidst acrid smoke and bloody
mire
Near the edge of the battle field
They came to lay their Highland laird
Where his body its soul would yield
Beneath an ancient Rowan tree
White pedals lace the ground
Spring times promise, a fading dream
While battle raged all around
They had come to fight for
freedom
To save their Highland home
And restore the rightful man
To Scotland’s cherished throne
His life’s blood seeped into
soil
Nourishing this aging tree
It’s branches giving comfort
As he passed into serenity
Now spring comes back to the
Highlands
The Rowan trees bloom once again
And Scotland remembers the promise
Of her braw and bonnie men
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