Cameron's Lament Lyrics

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