With the Campbells and McDonalds, it was in their blood to fight.With each passing generation, it became a man's birthright.But they always had one common enemy.Never would the English crown take Scottish independence.Oh, the battles raged in Glasgow and majestic Edinburgh.And they came with war machines, and in the highlands shots were heard.Then the people rose in union, and the forces moved as one.And the clans all joined together to see English on the run.And the clans all joined together to see English on the run.And in a tiny croft in Cloughin' sat a mother, Peg MacDon.And she sewed a coat together for her 16-year-old son.And she cried as he was leaving, don't forget to keep you warm.And come ye back to Cloughin' when the English are all done.Now Rob MacDon was ready as he left the croftbehind.And he joined the Highland Pipe Brigade with one thing on his mind.That to keep his home and freedom, he must face it like a man.So he marched in common cadence with his musket in his hand.And he met the hill of battle in the highlands and below.And the reason for the fighting long was in his mind.In the middle of the rumble, he went forward gaining ground.And the backpipes still were piping as the deadly all around.Then he moved with no direction till he faced the winds of north.And he boldly climbed the highlands.Farther from the highlands.Farther forth.Then one freezing, blowing morning, came the cry of Pig MacDon.Back to my croft in Cloughin', God has sent me home, my son.And in another croft in Cloughin' crossed the way from the MacDon's.With her face against the window stood a young girl tired and worn.And she smiled a secret knowing.And she breathed a prayer alone.I thank the Lord for bringing Rob MacDon back safely home.Back to the croft in Cloughin', he returned to peace again.He had gone a boy of sixteen.But he had gone a boy of seven.And he came back as a man.Even though hip Philcoteca used to teach him to defeat.But he continued to soar the clouds and thickly cam them in with his repeatedly shining grail.Want me to speak to you?