| Song | The Highland Clearances |
| Artist | Silly Wizard |
| Album | So Many Partings |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stewart | |
| Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare | |
| And the wee bit farm deserted | |
| And the woods o' | |
| Germany Grows in rows round the broken-hearted | |
| Many hae gane tae | |
| Americay Ye burnt their hames and garred them wander | |
| For I woulda gane wi' th'de'il himsel' | |
| As bide and hour wi' the cruel | |
| Gillanders | |
| Black is the wood on the ruffian-swa's braw | |
| But blacker still is your heart, | |
| Victoria Sent your men untae our glen | |
| You'll need the good | |
| Lord lookin' o'er ya | |
| Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare | |
| And the wee bit farm deserted | |
| And the woods o' | |
| Germany Grows in row round the broken-hearted |
| zuo ci : Stewart | |
| Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare | |
| And the wee bit farm deserted | |
| And the woods o' | |
| Germany Grows in rows round the brokenhearted | |
| Many hae gane tae | |
| Americay Ye burnt their hames and garred them wander | |
| For I woulda gane wi' th' de' il himsel' | |
| As bide and hour wi' the cruel | |
| Gillanders | |
| Black is the wood on the ruffianswa' s braw | |
| But blacker still is your heart, | |
| Victoria Sent your men untae our glen | |
| You' ll need the good | |
| Lord lookin' o' er ya | |
| Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare | |
| And the wee bit farm deserted | |
| And the woods o' | |
| Germany Grows in row round the brokenhearted |
| zuò cí : Stewart | |
| Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare | |
| And the wee bit farm deserted | |
| And the woods o' | |
| Germany Grows in rows round the brokenhearted | |
| Many hae gane tae | |
| Americay Ye burnt their hames and garred them wander | |
| For I woulda gane wi' th' de' il himsel' | |
| As bide and hour wi' the cruel | |
| Gillanders | |
| Black is the wood on the ruffianswa' s braw | |
| But blacker still is your heart, | |
| Victoria Sent your men untae our glen | |
| You' ll need the good | |
| Lord lookin' o' er ya | |
| Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare | |
| And the wee bit farm deserted | |
| And the woods o' | |
| Germany Grows in row round the brokenhearted |