In a distant field far away from here, the blood red poppies dance
Swaying gently in the breeze and moving like a trance
Ma bonnie Hielan' laddie has tarried there a while
Though nameless he is upon the stane, we know he is Argyll
No one sees, no on hears, the spirits o' the past
Our heroes will rise again and dance the victory dance
Sleep well, sleep well; do not stir, the golden bell has rung
And in your peaceful slumber never hear a gun
And as the wind blows tae the north & rushes ever oan
It gently lifts their spirits high and brings them all back home