Camerons Lament
The fox in the bracken
Has a den where he sleeps
The hawk in the heavens
Has an eyrie that he keeps
But a man with no country
Has no dwelling he can claim
And a cavalier without his king
Has nothing but his name
Oh woe to the soldier
And his kith kin and kind
For war reckons not upon the carnage left behind
And long ere he prospers
With the sword and with the gun
His fortunes turn against him
And his own death is won
The stag in the heather has a doe that he defends
The hare in his burrow has a family that he tends
But a man with nay chieftain has no honor he can show
And a traitor keeps his company
With darkness and the crow
Oh woe to the soldier
And his kith kin and kind
For war reckons not upon the carnage left behind
And long ere he prospers
With the sword and with the gun
His fortunes turn against him
And his own death is won
For men of the Covenant
The Word of God is fear
And death in the morning
Is the price of preaching here
And the Devil and the Clavers
Are but two ends of a stick
And the man who worships faithfully
Is sure to feel it's prick
Oh woe to the soldier
And his kith kin and kind
For war reckons not upon the carnage left behind
And long ere he prospers
With the sword and with the gun
His fortunes turn against him
And his own death is won
The fox in the bracken
Has a den where he sleeps
The hawk in the heavens
Has an eyrie that he keeps
But a man with no country
Has no dwelling he can claim
And a cavalier without his king
Has nothing but his name
Has a den where he sleeps
The hawk in the heavens
Has an eyrie that he keeps
But a man with no country
Has no dwelling he can claim
And a cavalier without his king
Has nothing but his name
Oh woe to the soldier
And his kith kin and kind
For war reckons not upon the carnage left behind
And long ere he prospers
With the sword and with the gun
His fortunes turn against him
And his own death is won
The stag in the heather has a doe that he defends
The hare in his burrow has a family that he tends
But a man with nay chieftain has no honor he can show
And a traitor keeps his company
With darkness and the crow
Oh woe to the soldier
And his kith kin and kind
For war reckons not upon the carnage left behind
And long ere he prospers
With the sword and with the gun
His fortunes turn against him
And his own death is won
For men of the Covenant
The Word of God is fear
And death in the morning
Is the price of preaching here
And the Devil and the Clavers
Are but two ends of a stick
And the man who worships faithfully
Is sure to feel it's prick
Oh woe to the soldier
And his kith kin and kind
For war reckons not upon the carnage left behind
And long ere he prospers
With the sword and with the gun
His fortunes turn against him
And his own death is won
The fox in the bracken
Has a den where he sleeps
The hawk in the heavens
Has an eyrie that he keeps
But a man with no country
Has no dwelling he can claim
And a cavalier without his king
Has nothing but his name
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Writer(s): David Andrew Simmons
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