The Ghosts of Culloden

Can you hear them, can you see them

Marching proudly across the moor

Hear the wind blow thru the drifting snow

Tell me can you see them, the ghosts of Culloden

Many bravely fought and sadly they were slain

But they died with such pride and dignity

Their lives were not in vain

We still remember them

They fought to save their land, and died for liberty

Thru the mist you'll hear - a lonely piper play

Listen carefully - you'll hear - a mournful cry

Swords and bayonets crash - as man to man they clash

They came to fight to live - and now they die