Talk about a loser, I was just about to go   When someone grabbed me by the arm, a man I did not know   He said he'd been a drover, a member of the clan   With runrig in his very soul and nowhere left to stand    Now me I'm just a highland boy and cottar was my trade   He'd seen me at Kildoanan when the black-face came to stay   He'd oatcakes and he'd whisky and one foot in the grave   For us it's over   Bitter tears began to fall as whisky tore away the years   From the straths and the braes   Forever yesterday       The royal George it was that brought the Countess to our door   She wanted us to leave the hills for crofts upon the moor   She took our piece of paradise and left us on the shore   For us it's over   Bitter tears began to fall as whisky tore away the years   From the straths and the braes   Forever yesterday       They cleared the clans from Strathnavar, the heart of Sutherland   They cleared us from our highland homes by ship to foreign glens   There's Linton and there's Cheviot and red deer on the bens   For us it's over, over, over, my friend