Culloden's Harvest Lyrics by Deanta
Album : Ready For The Storm
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(Chorus:
Cold winds on the moors blow.
Warm the enemy's fires glow.
Black the harvest of Culloden,
Pain and fear and death grow.)

1. 'Twas love for our prince drove us on 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 `gainst claymore and courage.
The invader`s men stood while our clansmen did fall.

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)
(Chorus:   Cold winds on the moors blow.   Warm the enemy's fires glow.   Black the harvest of Culloden,   Pain and fear and death grow.)      1. 'Twas love for our prince drove us on 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 `gainst claymore and courage.   The invader`s men stood while our clansmen did fall.      (Chorus)      3. Now mothers and children are left to their weeping,   With only the memory of father and son.   Turned out of our homes to make shelter for strangers,   The blackest of hours on this land has begun.      (Chorus)