| They say Victoria loved our Highlands
 | 
| Well, that’s because she owned them all
 | 
| A feather pen and an iron fist
 | 
| Put a people’s back against the wall
 | 
| The silent sheilings tell their tale
 | 
| Of burning thatch and of ruined door
 | 
| Of families driven from their homes
 | 
| And a way of life that is no more, no more
 | 
| They took it from the people
 | 
| They took it from the people
 | 
| Now kings and queens might be getting scarce
 | 
| But watch that politician man
 | 
| He’ll smash your union, freeze your wages
 | 
| And fill his pockets while he can
 | 
| He’ll close the mines and sell the railways
 | 
| Ships and steel are gone the same
 | 
| But if you’ve bought the lies he’s selling
 | 
| Then you’ll know just who are the ones he’ll blame
 | 
| He’ll blame it on the people
 | 
| He’ll blame it on the people
 | 
| Now we’ve opted out of social justice
 | 
| Privatized our conscience pains
 | 
| Society does not exist, nor Scotland either,
 | 
| That is plain
 | 
| They’re going to sell us back our water
 | 
| That falls from Heaven to God’s green earth
 | 
| Is this the land of Bruce and Wallace
 | 
| Is this the land of freedom and my birth?
 | 
| Sell it to the people
 | 
| Sell it to the people
 | 
| Now this should be a rich wee country
 | 
| We’ve gas and wood and coal and oil
 | 
| Whiskey, the pipes and willing workers
 | 
| All prepared to strive and toil
 | 
| Let’s give the country something special
 | 
| Liberty in mair than name
 | 
| Get off your knees, and cast your votes
 | 
| And let the nation’s voice be heard again
 | 
| Make them listen to the people
 | 
| Make them listen to the people
 | 
| Will they listen to the people? |