I sing this regularly in Fife, Scotland, but I had to make up my own tune. i prefer it to the more popular version described above.

MASSACRE OF GLENCOE

O' dark lowred the night on the wild distant heath
And the wild raven croaked out the bodings of death
While the moon hid her beams in the clouds out of woe
Disdaining to gaze on the fields of Glencoe

While deep balmy sleep closed each eye in rest
And the chieftan slumbered with peace in his breast
Ne'er dreading the hour that fate seemed to show
That bloody and pale, he should lie in Glencoe

But a flash soon denoted the signal was given
And the thunders of death wa'kd the meteors of heaven
While Flora, poor Flora she wandered in woe
To seek for MacDonald, the pride of Glencoe

O' sudden a flash on her vision did glare
While a cannon's loud thunder was pealed through the air
It wakened ten thousand brave heroes below
And roared through the caverns of mighty Glencoe

The smoke then arose from our dear native glen
With the shrieks of the women and cries of the men
Naked mothers were shot with their babes as they ran
For the English had risen to murder the clan

O' many a warrior that evening was slain
While the blaze of the village gleamed far o'er the plain
A hundred MacDonalds that night were laid low
And their blood stained the heath of their native Glencoe

Then Flora she shrieked while loose hung her hair
O' where is my Donald, o' tell me, O' where?
He slumbers forever now free from his woe
And stretched, cold, and bloody, he lies in Glencoe

Her dark rolling eyes then did kindle with fire
She fell on his body and then did expire
No more lovely Flora again feared her foe
But in death found her Donald, the pride of Glencoe

And now o'er their heads the green grass does wave
And the wild flowers do nod o'er their desolate grave
And the strangers that pass shed a tear as they go
For Flora and Donald, the pride of Glencoe

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