CULLODEN'S HARVEST
Alastair McDonald
Arr. Deanta

 CHORUS    

 Em         D                  C        Bm
  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.
  
  CHORUS
  
  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.
  
  CHORUS
  
  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.
  
  CHORUS

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