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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 |
| [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 |
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Pain and fear and death grow |
