…………………270 years ago todayCan 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.
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.