Battle of Glencoe (1692)

Verse 1: In the Highlands, cold and silent, 'neath the shadow of the peaks, A tale of grief and sorrow, where the ancient echoes speak. In the glen, the snow lay heavy, on that fateful winter’s night, When the Campbell’s blade of treachery turned dark against the light. Chorus: Oh, the Battle of Glencoe, where the blood of kin did flow, A cry of woe, a mournful song, the Highland winds did blow. In the heart of Scotland’s soul, the pain of long ago, We remember, we remember, the Battle of Glencoe. Verse 2: The MacDonalds opened hearth and home, to those they thought as friends, But deceit was in the shadows, where the line of trust extends. Captain Robert Campbell led the charge, with orders cold and grim, To slaughter those in slumber, to crush both heart and limb. Chorus: Oh, the Battle of Glencoe, where the blood of kin did flow, A cry of woe, a mournful song, the Highland winds did blow. In the heart of Scotland’s soul, the pain of long ago, We remember, we remember, the Battle of Glencoe. Bridge: The heather cloaked in crimson, the valley's weeping moan, The ghosts of old Glencoe, still wander all alone. A story etched in history, a scar that time can’t heal, A tale of bitter treason, and sorrow deeply real. Verse 3: Thirty-eight souls lost that night, in the heart of Scotland’s pride, Men and women, children too, with nowhere left to hide. The fire of betrayal, left a mark that’s burning still, In every Scottish heart, and every Highland hill. Chorus: Oh, the Battle of Glencoe, where the blood of kin did flow, A cry of woe, a mournful song, the Highland winds did blow. In the heart of Scotland’s soul, the pain of long ago, We remember, we remember, the Battle of Glencoe. Outro: So we sing for those who perished, for the kin we’ll never know, In the chill of ancient echoes, in the mists of long ago. A pledge to keep their memory, as long as rivers flow, We remember, we remember, the Battle of Glencoe.