An apt and beautiful piece from Susan as we approach the vote for Scottish Independence.
Blood-soaked Culloden after the battle.
Proud and free they lived
Asking for nothing but a free life
In mountainous Highlands
And Lowlands valleys
Taking only their right to freedom
To breathe the sweet air of the north
Wild and free was their Spirit
Taming a land of wild extremes
In icy freshets they bathed
‘Parritch’ their staple fare
Living where no-one else dared
The English called them ‘heathen’
They also branded them ‘Jacobite’
For the want of a monarch
Bonnie Prince Charlie was he
To live a live they chose
At Culloden betrayed they were
By the pride of Laird and Prince
Their Prince’s money….. Vanished
In their hearts naught but cold and hunger
Nor weapons for their hands
Still they stood to face their foe
Only their pride held them stay
Only pride to fight the bloody affray
Keeping the hated Redcoats at bay
A hopeless cause from that…
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