The Bonny Bow

[Verse 1] In the heart of the glen, where the ancient ones stand, The yew trees, they whisper to the craftsman's hand. With a woodworker's art and a warrior's soul, He carves out the heart of the bonny bow. [Chorus] Oh, the bonny bow, the bonny bow, Made from the heart of the yew tree, don't you know? With a string from the flax and a feather from the goose, In the hands of the MacKenzie, it's a force to loose. [Verse 2] From the fields of green, the flax is gathered in, Spun into a string, strong and thin. It sings with the tension, it hums with the might, Of the bonny bow in the clansman's fight. [Chorus] Oh, the bonny bow, the bonny bow, Made from the heart of the yew tree, don't you know? With a string from the flax and a feather from the goose, In the hands of the MacKenzie, it's a force to loose. [Fast Fiddle solo with drum] [Bridge] in the hands of the brave bold levy's band In the heart of the battle where the fight is grand The bonny bow sings a high and mighty hymn [Chorus] Oh, the bonny bow, the bonny bow, Made from the heart of the yew tree, don't you know? With a string from the flax and a feather from the goose, In the hands of the MacKenzie, it's a force to loose. [Outro] So here's to the yew, the flax, and the goose The craftsman's hand and the arrow's loose The bonny bow and the clansman's vow In the heart of the glen where the ancient ones bow