Rob Roy MacGregor

Bobby Bastard And The Bootboys From Borstal Scottish Skinhead Anthems - (Album) Rob Roy MacGregor - (Lyrics) Up by Loch Lomond, where the hard hills stand, Rob Roy was born to a Highland clan. MacGregor blood, and a name held dear, Through changing times he would not disappear. He rode the glens where the cold burns run, A husband, a father, a hunted son. And Mary stood steady through danger and doubt, The kind of love hard years can’t wear out. Rob Roy MacGregor, remember his name, Mary beside him through fortune and flame. Raise up your voices, let every heart know: Their story still lives where the Highland winds blow. The old ways faded, the borders were drawn, The clan lands scattered, the proud days gone. He bargained and battled, he weathered the years, With Mary beside him through hunger and fears. No crown could command him, no jail could erase The grit in his gaze or the pride in his face. When the long road narrowed and night settled in, They kept to each other, through loss and through din. Rob Roy MacGregor, remember his name, Mary beside him through fortune and flame. Raise up your voices, let every heart know: Their story still lives where the Highland winds blow. Rob died at Inverlochlarig, in seventeen thirty-four, And Mary lived on, though the years asked for more. At Balquhidder kirkyard, beneath the hills, Their rest lies close where the old ground stills. A stone keeps their names, the kirk keeps the tale, Of a life spent standing through storm and through gale. So walk there softly, let the mountain air Carry their story, and leave your thanks there. Rob Roy MacGregor, remember his name, Mary beside him through fortune and flame. Raise up your voices, let every heart know: Their story still lives where the Highland winds blow. Rob Roy MacGregor! Mary, stand near! Their names in the hills, and their memory here! At Balquhidder, they rest side by side.