Lyrics
Verse 1:
Upon the heathered fields of Moy, 'twas in the year sixteen forty-four,
When clans did clash 'neath stormy sky, as blood and thunder rent the air.
Royalist and Covenant bold, in fierce array they took their stand,
With hearts of iron and weapons cold, they fought for king and sacred land.
Chorus:
Oh, the cries of Moy shall ne'er be still,
For the blood of clans on that fateful hill,
In the shadow of the Highland pine,
Where the brave did fall, their spirits shine.
Verse 2:
From morn's first light to eventide, the battle raged with savage might,
Broadsword gleamed and muskets roared, 'twas death that walked both day and night.
For king and cause, for freedom's call, the warriors met with fearless stride,
But ne'er again would some return, to hearth and kin, or bonnie bride.
Chorus:
Oh, the cries of Moy shall ne'er be still,
For the blood of clans on that fateful hill,
In the shadow of the Highland pine,
Where the brave did fall, their spirits shine.
Bridge:
Over a thousand souls were claimed, by cold embrace of earth and stone,
Their legacy, a tale of woe, in whispered winds, their fate is known.
The glens did weep, the rivers mourned, as echoes of their valor died,
Yet in the songs of ancient bards, their glory's flame shall e'er abide.
Verse 3:
Now as the twilight fades to night, and silence falls on Moy once more,
We honor those who stood that day, their names in lore forevermore.
For though the heather drinks their blood, and time may dim the battle's hue,
The spirit of the Highland brave, in every heart it beats anew.
Chorus:
Oh, the cries of Moy shall ne'er be still,
For the blood of clans on that fateful hill,
In the shadow of the Highland pine,
Where the brave did fall, their spirits shine.
end song:
So raise your glass, and sing the tale, of Moy’s fierce fight and valiant men,
For in their sacrifice we find, the strength to stand and rise again.
Though centuries may come and go, their legacy we shall defend,
The Battle of Moy, forever etched, in heart and soul, unto the end.
