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Cold winds on the moors blow
Warm the enemy's fires glow
Like the harvest of Culloden,
Pain and fear and death grow)

1 'Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie,
But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell
The flower of our country lay scorched by an army
As ruthless and red as the embers of hell

(Chorus)

2 Red Campbell the Fox did the work of the English
McDonald in anger did no work at all
With musket and cannon against honour and courage
The invading men stood while our clansmen did fall

(Chorus)

3 Nine mothers and children were left to their weeping,
With only the memory of father and son
Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers,
The blackest of hours on this land has begun

(Chorus)