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作曲 : McDonald |
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Cold winds on the moors blow. |
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Warm the enemy's fire glows. |
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Like the harvest of Culloden, |
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Pain and fear and death grow. |
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'Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie, |
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But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell |
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The flower of our country lay scorched by an army |
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As ruthless and red as the embers of hell. |
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Cold winds on the moors blow. |
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Warm the enemy's fire glows. |
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Like the harvest of Culloden, |
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Pain and fear and death grow. |
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Red Campbell the Fox did the work of the English. |
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McDonald in anger did no work at all. |
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With musket and cannon against honour and courage. |
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The invading men stood while our clansmen did fall. |
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Cold winds on the moors blow. |
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Warm the enemy's fire glows. |
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Like the harvest of Culloden, |
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Pain and fear and death grow. |
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Nine mothers and children were left to their weeping, |
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With only the memory of father and son. |
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Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers, |
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The blackest of hours on this land has begun. |
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Cold winds on the moors blow. |
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Warm the enemy's fire glows. |
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Like the harvest of Culloden, |
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Pain and fear and death grow. |
