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| [00:24.64] | Cold the wind on the moors blow |
| [00:31.37] | Warm the enemy's fire glows |
| [00:37.59] | Black the harvest of Culloden |
| [00:43.65] | Pain and fear and death grow |
| [00:51.60] | The love of our prince drove us on to Drumossie |
| [00:58.05] | But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell |
| [01:04.28] | The flower of our country lay scorched by an army |
| [01:10.24] | As ruthless and red as the embers of hell |
| [01:17.32] | Cold the wind on the moors blow |
| [01:23.38] | Warm the enemy's fire glows |
| [01:30.01] | Black the harvest of Culloden |
| [01:35.78] | Pain and fear and death grow |
| [02:28.19] | Red Campbell and fox did the work of the English |
| [02:34.31] | MacDonald in anger did no work at all |
| [02:40.52] | With musket and cannon against honor and courage |
| [02:46.94] | The invader's men stood while our clansmen did fall |
| [02:53.52] | Cold the wind on the moors blow |
| [02:59.74] | Warm the enemy's fire glows |
| [03:05.91] | Black the harvest of Culloden |
| [03:12.17] | Pain and fear and death grow |
| [04:48.35] | Now mothers and children are left to their weeping |
| [04:54.92] | With only the memory of fathers and the son |
| [05:01.23] | Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers |
| [05:07.49] | The blackest of hours on this land has begun |
| [05:13.94] | Cold the wind on the moors blow |
| [05:20.45] | Warm the enemy's fire glows |
| [05:26.76] | Black the harvest of Culloden |
| [05:32.84] | Pain and fear and death grow |