Original lyrics

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My father came from a Highland home I was raised in a Lowland town He fought his life for a heartless soil I watched the burning wheels go round I tried to break out I grew my hair I kicked the ball and I made the grade The more I kicked the more I wept This is a hopeless heartless cage We spoke in silence we cursed in vain Then I shook the old man's hand If he could see me now he'd be ashamed Is this the son that became a man He knew his place and he knew his pride They've made a freeman of this slave No there was never beauty here but there was life What now for a freeman in his grave So what will I tell the woman I love Lying in her arms as the sun goes down You tell me you can live on love Rivers of plenty, money to burn And as I lie across her breasts I feel the heartbeat of an unborn love I close my eyes and I pray to God Make this a daughter not a son A man must work his hands A man must bare his brow A man must hold his head high As we walks on through this world