It was in their blood to fight
With each passing generation it
But they always had a common enemy
Never would the English crown
Take Scottish independency
Glasgow and majestic Edinburgh
And they came with war machines and
In the highlands shots were heard
Then the people rose in union and
And the Clans all joined together to
And in a tiny croft in Clachan sat a mother
And she sewed the cords together for
And she cried as he was leaving, donâ
And come you back to Clachan when
Now Rob Macdunn was ready as
The left the croft behind
And he joined the highland pipe brigade
With one thing on his mind
That to keep his home and freedom he
So he marched in common union with
And he met the hill of battle
In the highlands and the low
And the reason for the fighting long
In the middle of the rumble
He was forward gaining ground
And the bagpipes still were piping as
Then he moved in no direction till
He faced the winds of North
And he boldly climbed the highlands
Further from the Firth of Forth
Then one freezing, blowing morning
Came the cry of Peg Macdunn
Back to my croft in Clachan God
The way from the Macdunnâ
With her face against the window
Sat a young girl, tired and worn
And she smiled a secret knowing as
She breathed a prayer alone:
For bringing Rob Macdunn back