Chorus
Feed the Raven, feed the Crow,
Sharpen sword and string the bow,
Strike the head off every foe,
Feed the Raven, feed the Crow.

Cut your foe’s down one by one,
Cut them down if they try to run,
Cut them down ‘til the battle’s won,
Sacrifice to the Morrigan.
Chorus

Cut your foe’s down, take their head’s,
Cut them down ‘til their all dead,
Cut them down ‘til the field runs red,
Cut them down ‘til the Raven’s fed.
Chorus

Cut them down ‘til they’re no more,
Cut them down wi’ a sharp claymore,
Cut them down ‘til you’re bathed in gore,
Heed the Morrigan’s call to war.
Chorus

Paint your faces, paint them blue,
Your sword is sharp and your aim is true,
You know what you have to do,
You’re the Morrigan’s chosen few.
Chorus

A song frae Con and Rob....

The standard on the Braes o' Mar...

The standard on the Braes o' Mar is up an streaming rarely,
The gathering pipes for Orkneyar are sounding loud and sairly.
From Hill and glen the clansmen then, With belted plaid and glittering blade
Wi' Tartan hue, and hearts sae true, comin' late and early.

Our lairds hae made a noble vow, tae lead this country fairly,
Awa wi me we'll go right now and sell our lives sae dearly.
Go we'll go and meet the foe by land or sea we'll surely be,
And man tae man in the van we'll fight for Caledonia.

I saw a clan come o'er the hill, McYokel and the Bruid
Through the pass came brave McBeth, McFook and McMead.
Mortains men, Trelawneys men, McAlwyn men, McFinns men,
McCaullichs men McGregors men, McTwattum and McTrew.

The standard on the Braes o' Mar is up an streaming rarely,
The gathering pipes for Orkneyar are sounding loud and sairly.
From Hill and glen the clansmen then, With belted plaid and glittering blade
Wi' Tartan hue, and hearts sae true, comin' late and early.

Our lairds hae made a noble vow, tae lead this country fairly,
Awa wi me we'll go right now and sell our lives sae dearly.
Go we'll go and meet the foe by land or sea we'll surely be,
And man tae man in the van we'll fight for Caledonia

The standard on the Braes o' Mar is up an streaming rarely,
The gathering pipes for Orkneyar are sounding loud and sairly.
From Hill and glen the clansmen then, Wi' belted plaid and glittering blade
Wi' Tartan hue, and hearts sae true, comin' late and early

From Hill and glen the clansmen then, Wi' belted plaid and glittering
blade
Wi' Tartan hue, and hearts sae true, we'll fight fer Caledonia!!!