I returned to the fields of glory, where the green grass an' flowers grow, An' the wind softly sings the story of the braves lad of long ago. In the great glen, they lie a-sleeping, where the cool waters gently flow, An' the grey mist is sadly weeping for the brave lads of long ago. See the tall grass is there a-waving as their flags were so long ago; With their heads high, were forward braving, marching onwards to meet the foe. March no more, my soldier laddie, there is peace where there once was war. Sleep in peace, my soldier laddie. Sleep in peace now, the battle's o'er.Unknown
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The last verse in a well-known Scottish poem about the Battle of Culloden which was the decisive battle during The Jacobite Rising in Scotland in 1745.
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