[00:24.64]Cold the wind on the moors blow[00:31.37]Warm the enemy's fire glows[00:37.59]Black the harvest of Culloden[00:43.65]Pain and fear and death grow[00:51.60]The love of our prince drove us on to Drumossie[00:58.05]But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell[01:04.28]The flower of our country lay scorched by an army[01:10.24]As ruthless and red as the embers of hell[01:17.32]Cold the wind on the moors blow[01:23.38]Warm the enemy's fire glows[01:30.01]Black the harvest of Culloden[01:35.78]Pain and fear and death grow[02:28.19]Red Campbell and fox did the work of the English[02:34.31]MacDonald in anger did no work at all[02:40.52]With musket and cannon against honor and courage[02:46.94]The invader's men stood while our clansmen did fall[02:53.52]Cold the wind on the moors blow[02:59.74]Warm the enemy's fire glows[03:05.91]Black the harvest of Culloden[03:12.17]Pain and fear and death grow[04:48.35]Now mothers and children are left to their weeping[04:54.92]With only the memory of fathers and the son[05:01.23]Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers[05:07.49]The blackest of hours on this land has begun[05:13.94]Cold the wind on the moors blow[05:20.45]Warm the enemy's fire glows[05:26.76]Black the harvest of Culloden[05:32.84]Pain and fear and death grow