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CULLODEN'S HARVEST (Alistair McDonald) Em D C Bm cho: Cold the winds on the moors blow Em D C Bm Warm, the enemy's fire glows G A C Em Black the harvest of Culloden C Bm C Em Pain, and fear, and death grow. Em D C G 'Twas love of our prince drove us on to Drummossy Em Bm C But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell Em D C G The flower of our country lay scorched by an army Em Bm C As ruthless and red as the embers of hell. cho: Red Campbell, the false, did the work of the English McDonald in anger did no work at all With musket and cannon 'gainst honour and courage The invader's men stood while our clansmen did fall. cho: Now mothers and children are 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. cho: @Scottish @battle @death filename[ CULLHVST AX OCT98  8note Sheet |
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