| Song | Rank and Roses |
| Artist | Dougie MacLean |
| Album | Indigenous |
| 作词 : Maclean | |
| They worked through wind and rain | |
| To keep the roof above our heads | |
| Humbled time and time again | |
| What could they do? | |
| They crawled across your floors | |
| To keep and clean your houses | |
| Broken wounds and open sores | |
| What could they do? | |
| A little respect would have helped them through | |
| We are our father's dreams | |
| We are our mother's pride and joy | |
| And we will be the ones | |
| To tell you now that it's over | |
| You have no hold on us | |
| Like the fear you laid on them | |
| We are the seeds they grew | |
| It's we that you must answer to | |
| Occasion in the village hall | |
| She speaks with rank and roses | |
| So high above them all | |
| What could they do? | |
| He struts with dog and gun | |
| They scramble through a heather hell | |
| Beat the ground until they run | |
| What could they do? | |
| A little respect would have helped them through | |
| We are our father's dreams | |
| We are our mother's pride and joy | |
| And we will be the ones | |
| To tell you now that it's over | |
| You have no hold on us | |
| Like the fear you laid on them | |
| We are the seeds they grew | |
| It's we that you must answer to |
| zuò cí : Maclean | |
| They worked through wind and rain | |
| To keep the roof above our heads | |
| Humbled time and time again | |
| What could they do? | |
| They crawled across your floors | |
| To keep and clean your houses | |
| Broken wounds and open sores | |
| What could they do? | |
| A little respect would have helped them through | |
| We are our father' s dreams | |
| We are our mother' s pride and joy | |
| And we will be the ones | |
| To tell you now that it' s over | |
| You have no hold on us | |
| Like the fear you laid on them | |
| We are the seeds they grew | |
| It' s we that you must answer to | |
| Occasion in the village hall | |
| She speaks with rank and roses | |
| So high above them all | |
| What could they do? | |
| He struts with dog and gun | |
| They scramble through a heather hell | |
| Beat the ground until they run | |
| What could they do? | |
| A little respect would have helped them through | |
| We are our father' s dreams | |
| We are our mother' s pride and joy | |
| And we will be the ones | |
| To tell you now that it' s over | |
| You have no hold on us | |
| Like the fear you laid on them | |
| We are the seeds they grew | |
| It' s we that you must answer to |