From Hogg's Jacobite Relics, published 1845, Second Series, Appendix Part 1 Song XX. The Fate of Charlie Modern Lochiel, Lochiel, my brave Lochiel, Beware o' Cumberland, my dearie! Culloden field this day will seal The fate o' Scotland's ain Prince Charlie. The Highland clans nae mair are seen, To fight for him wha ne'er was eerie, They fallen are on yon red field, An' trampled down for liking Charlie. He was our Prince—nane dare say no, The truth o' this we a' ken fairly; Then wha would no joined hand in hand, To've kept frae skaith our ain Prince Charlie? Glenullen's bride stood at the yett, Her lover's steed arrived right early; His rider's gane, his bridle's wet, Wi' blude o' him wha fell for Charlie! O weep, fair maids o' Scotia's isle, Weep loud, fair lady o' sweet Airlie; Culloden reeks wi' purple gore, O' those wha bled for Scotia's Charlie. Repent, repent black Murray's race, Ye were the cause o' this foul ferlie, An shaw to George wha fills his shoon, That ye'll no sell him like puir Charlie. I imagine James Hogg's book would have been the source of the version in Peter Kay's book (which I'm not familiar with). So as you can see you got the transcription pretty well spot on. The last verse was not used in the recording. Little Robyn - Culloden reeks wi' purple gore - Culloden field is stained/tainted/smells/ with/of blood and guts. If any other lines don't make sense I'll try to translate if you flag them up. Cheers John
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