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Posted By: GUEST,Alan Ross
06-Jul-15 - 07:05 PM
Thread Name: Origins: Culloden Moor.
Subject: RE: Origins: Culloden Moor.
Here are the words to the song in two variations the dash represents an instrumental hook and phrasing space:

CULLODEN MOOR
JOHN CROALL/ALEXANDER BANKS (UNIVERSAL MUSIC/DICK JAMES PUB.)

There's a field in our homeland we call Culloden Moor.
And there the finest of our men are laid in graves so poor.
Where suddenly one morning, their freedom was no more.
We will aye remember ______ Culloden Moor.


In the year of '45 we never shall forget,
our young Prince marched down to York
and Cumberland he met.
Had they fought there they might have won,
but his men were tired of war.
So back they marched to Scotland,
and Culloden Moor.

The foe approached at dead of night, their powder it was dry.
Our men and horses lay asleep, as dawn rose in the sky.
A misty morn, a fateful dawn, too soon the battle's o'er.
The hopes of Scotland shattered _____ on Culloden Moor.
_____ ____________________________--- On Culloden Moor.

As recorded by Mike, John and Sandy on 1966 Polydor single A-side

This variation as recorded by Stewart Ross on 1970 LP.

There's a field in our homeland we call Culloden Moor,
and there the flower of Scotland's youth, lay dead in graves so poor.
Where suddenly one morning, our manhood was no more.
We will aye remember, dark Culloden Moor.

'Twas in the year of '45 we never shall forget.
Our brave Prince road down to York, and Cumberland he met.
Had they fought there they might have won,
but his men were tired of war.
So back they came to Scotland, and Culloden Moor.


The foe approached at dead of night, their powder it was dry.
Our men and horses lay asleep, as dawn broke in the sky.
A misty morn that fateful day, too soon the battle's o'er.
The hopes of Scotland shattered, on Culloden Moor.

Yes, there's a field in our homeland, we call Culloden Moor.
And there the flower of Scotland's youth, lay dead in graves so poor.
Where suddenly one morning, our manhood was no more.
We will aye remember, dark Culloden Moor.
We will aye remember, dark Culloden Moor.