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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