Charles Edward Stewart was a product of pan-European Catholic aristocracy who could barely speak English, never mine Gaelic. He was responsible for the death or exile of far too many true Scottish nationalists. He was a drunken waster to the end of his days, which Flora MacDonald could have cut short by tipping him over the side on the way to Skye. He was the one who, at Culloden, "ran like a rabbit down the glen, leaving better folk than him to be butchered".

National pride?

Farewell to the heather in the glen
They cleared us off once and they'd do it all again
For they still prefer sheep to thinking men
Ah, but men who think like sheep are even better.