Men of Knoydart lyrics

[Verse 1]
It was down by the farm of Scottas
Lord Brocket walked one day
When he saw a sight that troubled him
Far more than he could say
For the seven men of Knoydart
Were doing what they'd planned
They’d staked their claims and were digging their drains
On Brocket's Private Land

[Verse 2]
"You bloody Reds," Lord Brocket yelled
"Wot's this you’re doing 'ere?
It doesn't pay as you'll find today
To insult an English peer
You're only Scottish half-wits
But I'll have you understand
You Highland swine, these Hills are mine
This is all Lord Brocket's Land

[Verse 3]
Then up spoke the Men of Knoydart;
"Away and shut your trap
For threats from a Saxon brewer's boy
We just won’t give a rap
Now we are all ex-servicement
Who fought against the Hun
We can tell our enemies by now
And Brocket, you are one!"
[Verse 4]
When the noble lord he hear these words
He turned purple in the face
He said, "These Scottish savages
Are Britain’s black disgrace
I know it's true I’ve let some few
Thousand acres go to pot
But each one I'd give to a London spiv
Before any bloody Scot!

[Verse 5]
"You're a crowd of Tartan banshees!
But I'll soon have you licked
I’ll write to the Court of Session
For an Interim Interdict
I'll write to my London lawyer
And he will understand."
"Oh to Hell with your London lawyer
We want our Scottish Land."

[Verse 6]
Then up spoke the men of Knoydart:
"You have no earthly right
For this is the land of Scotland
And not the Isle of Wight
When Scotland's proud Fianna
With ten thousand lads is manned
We will show the world that Highlanders
Have a right to Scottish Land."