Culloden's Harvest歌词

[00:00.000] 作曲 : McDonald
[00:29.88]Cold winds on the moors blow.
[00:36.37]Warm the enemy's fire glows.
[00:43.80]Like the harvest of Culloden,
[00:50.44]Pain and fear and death grow.
[00:59.66] 'Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie,
[01:05.05]But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell
[01:12.41]The flower of our country lay scorched by an army
[01:19.92]As ruthless and red as the embers of hell.
[01:28.82]Cold winds on the moors blow.
[01:35.31]Warm the enemy's fire glows.
[01:41.50]Like the harvest of Culloden,
[01:49.54]Pain and fear and death grow.
[02:12.59]Red Campbell the Fox did the work of the English.
[02:19.05]McDonald in anger did no work at all.
[02:26.65]With musket and cannon against honour and courage.
[02:33.35]The invading men stood while our clansmen did fall.
[02:42.97]Cold winds on the moors blow.
[02:49.64]Warm the enemy's fire glows.
[02:56.20]Like the harvest of Culloden,
[03:04.93]Pain and fear and death grow.
[03:12.73]Nine mothers and children were left to their weeping,
[03:19.96]With only the memory of father and son.
[03:26.54]Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers,
[03:33.99]The blackest of hours on this land has begun.
[03:42.92]Cold winds on the moors blow.
[03:49.48]Warm the enemy's fire glows.
[03:56.13]Like the harvest of Culloden,
[04:03.85]Pain and fear and death grow.