Another Pict Song

Words by Cybele of Rowengrove
To the tune of "Rosin the Bow" (Traditional Irish)

   C
We lived in the forests and woodlands,
                               Am
We dwelt in the groves and the glens,
        C                        F
But the Saxons drove us from our good lands, so
   C            G            C
We moved to the bogs and the fens.


Chorus:
        C                         F
     We moved to the bogs and the fens.
        C                         Am
     We moved to the bogs and the fens.
             C                        F
     But the Saxons drove us from our good lands, so
        C            G            C
     We moved to the bogs and the fens.


But Padraig, he drove out all the druids,
No pythoness-serpent was saved;
His minions spilled out our life-fluids,
The blood of our archers so brave.

Chorus:
     The blood of our archers so brave.
     The blood of our archers so brave.
     His minions spilled out our life-fluids,
     The blood of our archers so brave.

So then we sailed up north to Norway,
The Vikings would lend us a hand!
But Adolphus, the Traitor, turned their way,
They all have become Lutherans!

Chorus:
     They all have become Lutherans!
     They all have become Lutherans!
     But Adolphus, the Traitor, turned their way,
     They all have become Lutherans!

And now we live here in the highlands,
It's here we're making our stand!
Now the crags and the heather are my lands,
Surrounded by Acres of Clans!

Chorus:
     Surrounded by Acres of Clans!
     Surrounded by Acres of Clans!
     Now the crags and the heather are my lands,
     Surrounded by Acres of Clans!