The old days have gone that had use for a man   Who supported his lairdship, protecting his land   Who in times of unrest, he would have dies for his lord   Now the soldiers of England have taken his broad sword      And there's fire in the glen, fire in the glen   But no fire in the eyes of our Highland men      And the laird has a smile for the makers of graves   For the builders of empires and the keepers of slaves   For he kept his great home losing nothing but pride   Though his kinsmen lay huddled along the shoreside      And there's fire in the glen...      So beware of their banners and the general's lies   There's no glory for the poor man, no glittering prize   For we gave all we had, now our homes they fall down   And I cry out "Republic" and allegiance to no crown      And there's fire in the glen...      The old days have gone that had use for a man   Who supported his lairdship, protecting his land   Who in times of unrest, he would have dies for his lord   Now the soldiers of England have taken his broad sword      And there's fire in the glen, fire in the glen   But no fire in the eyes of our Highland men      And there's fire in the glen, fire in the glen   But no fire in the eyes of our Highland men