Fife was a shadow across the Forth as the Granton boat pulled out 
Over the sea and the solid earth the mist lay all about 
And a rising wind from the Isle of May o'er [bad word] waters strode 
And blew us a clear October day to ride on the Highland Road

There's a winding road from Glenfarg to the mouth of the river Tay 
The mountains beckon beyond Dunkeld to lead us on our way 
Now Killicrankie's famous Pass, a battle lost and won 
From the old enchanted Atholl lands, grim heart of Caledon

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The Highland Road's been sung before and will be sung again 
As long as singers give thanks for good in the way of honest men 
Let him who will be contrary, the wise man will agree 
And sing again the Highland Road, the Highland Road for me

Now the Highland Road is [bad word] road, from the Tay to the Northern shore 
man may rise in Edinburgh town and rest in Aviemore 
Now here's to the [bad word] north and the day that gave it due 
From the greying spires of the ancient town to the moon of the Lairig [bad word]