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Cold the wind on the moors blow |
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Warm the enemy's fire glows |
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Black the harvest of Culloden |
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Pain and fear and death grow |
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The love of our prince drove us on to Drumossie |
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But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell |
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The flower of our country lay scorched by an army |
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As ruthless and red as the embers of hell |
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Cold the wind on the moors blow |
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Warm the enemy's fire glows |
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Black the harvest of Culloden |
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Pain and fear and death grow |
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Red Campbell and fox did the work of the English |
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MacDonald in anger did no work at all |
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With musket and cannon against honor and courage |
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The invader's men stood while our clansmen did fall |
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Cold the wind on the moors blow |
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Warm the enemy's fire glows |
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Black the harvest of Culloden |
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Pain and fear and death grow |
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Now mothers and children are left to their weeping |
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With only the memory of fathers and the son |
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Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers |
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The blackest of hours on this land has begun |
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Cold the wind on the moors blow |
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Warm the enemy's fire glows |
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Black the harvest of Culloden |
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Pain and fear and death grow |