I mourn for the Highlands, now drear and forsaken   The lands of my fathers the gallant and brave   To make room for the sportsmen, their lands were all taken   And they had to seek out new homes far away      Oh shame on the tyrants who brought desolation   Who banished the brave and put sheep in their place   Where once smiled the gardens rank weeds in their station   And deer are preferred to the leal-hearted braves      Oh where are the parents and bairns yonder rovin   The scene o' their gladness is far o'er the main   No blithe-hearted milk-maid now cheers at the gloaming   The herd-boy no longer seen on the plain      But the lark is still soaring; she sings in her glory   With no one to listen her sweet morning lay   The clansmen are gone, but their deeds live in story   Like chaff in the wind, they were borne far away      this may actually be "The Highland Clearances" (which it's obviously   about) from Silly Wizard's So Many Partings -- but I only have it on   vinyl and my turntable's dead.