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He’s a man of many legends,
Born of myth and fantasy,
The one they call The Highlander
Is such a mystery.
Oh, twas in the Scottish Highlands,
On a winter Solstice day,
In the village of Glenfinnan
He first saw the light of day.
A foundling or a changeling-
Where he came from no one knew;
But he was meant to do something
That no one else could do.
He was born to be a champion,
It was always understood,
Born to save the world from evil
For his heart is pure and good.
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Now he has roamed this fragile earth
Four hundred years and more;
Enjoyed the years of peaceful times
And heard the guns of war.
He’s seen the face of evil
And he’s heard its battle cry;
For justice, truth and honour
Is the code that he lives by.
He’s fought the beast of darkness
With honesty and pride;
For there is light within his soul
That will not be denied.
He’s a man of many legends,
Born of myth and fantasy,
The one they call The Highlander
Is still a mystery.
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