Rank And Roses - Dougie MacLean

They worked through wind and rain

To keep the roof above our heads

Humbled time and time again

What could they do?

They crawled across your floors

To keep and clean your houses

Broken wounds and open sores

What could they do?

A little respect would have helped them through

We are our father’s dreams

We are our mother’s pride and joy

And we will be the ones

To tell you now that it’s over

You have no hold on us

Like the fear you laid on them

We are the seeds they grew

It’s we that you must answer to

Occasion in the village hall

She speaks with rank and roses

So high above them all

What could they do?

He struts with dog and gun

They scramble through a heather hell

Beat the ground until they run

What could they do?

A little respect would have helped them through

We are our father’s dreams

We are our mother’s pride and joy

And we will be the ones

To tell you now that it’s over

You have no hold on us

Like the fear you laid on them

We are the seeds they grew

It’s we that you must answer to