"S Rioghail mo Dhrea" "Royal is my Race"
In bright sunlight
This land is theirs
They stole that right
But we have powers
For in the mist
This land is ours
Nameless by day
Outside the law
Gregarach our way
We must endure
Beyond the mist
Sunshine is pure
Children of the Mist, no land to call home
As the mist rolls down the Highland glen
Descended from kings, destined to roam.
Honoured in battle, hunted like game.
Proof of our mettle, we're still proud of our name
They outlawed our clan, the mode of our dress.
We never measured allegiance, by chance of success
Things we're not proud of, were circumstance led.
What prince not a rogue, to see children are fed.
Our friendship was valued, by high born and low.
A steadfast belief, earned respect from our foe.
No great castles had we, our numbers were few.
Our clansmen before us, kept legacy true.
It brings with it Gregaraich men
Denied the right to exist
They now live mingled with the mist
People wonder if they're man or ghost
As they shift about their murky host
A glimpse here and there all that's seen
No evidence of where they've been
Enemies have need to fear
But for friends they're always near
Those who took it all from them
Are made to pay some back again
They had to change their name
Deny their Kin
But they're still MacGregors
Under the skin
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