Brave Boys

Dance upon a blue day, boys
The machair flowers are white
Run across the golden sands
Just like the Rodal tide
Let winter pass unnoticed, boys
The warm rain of the Gael
Has fallen like a tide today
In the storm of Passchendaele
Look away, brave boys
No shame for you to run away
Look away, brave boys
Just be your father’s son
Look away, brave boys
No battle can be won today
Look away, brave boys
Just be your mother’s son
Petals they are falling, boys
Within a red hot blaze
You’ll take their kiss of liberty
And they’ll steal your loving days
And then they’ll drink MacLean wine, boys
With freedom’s clapping hands
When all the Aros flowers, boys
Lie in the fields of France
Look away, brave boys
No shame for you to run away
Look away, brave boys
Just be your father’s son
Look away, brave boys
No battle can be won today
Look away, brave boys
Just be your mother’s son
Look away, brave boys
No shame for you to run away
Look away, brave boys
Just be your father’s son