Tore the people from the land

Torched their houses with bloodied hands

Thousands starved or died at sea

A sickening toll of human misery

Broke the old clan system where land was there for all

And once the people had their backs against the wall

The connivance of the church cleared them off the land

"Remember it's God's will so don't try to make a stand"

They made a desert wher trees once stood

Squeezing from the land every penny that they could

Ethnic cleaning of the glens for farming sheep

'Cos that way there's more profit for the rich scum to reap (rape)



"Beautiful bleak moorland?"- I don't think so

This is a place where great forests used to grow

Laid waste by a rich man's greed

Reclaim the land and plant the seed

Yet still every year, seeking their roots

They come from overseas to kiss the boots

Of the clan chief and lick the hand

Of the very people who threw their families off the land

This is nothing more than a sick farce

paying homage to the ruling class

Who, without hesitation, do it all againWild & Peaceful Lyrics
J.P. Maunick / Ski Oakenful) There is no greater feeling to unfold Guided by the inspiration love is bold It is the fire burning in your soul It is the story waiting to be told Wild and peaceful Rare and free Wild and peaceful Rare and free You came and took