Winds of Drumossie

A windblown Drumossie Moor The year of seventeen forty five The Highlanders were gathering To keep the Stuart’s hopes alive England’s Duke of Cumberland Had gathered forces in the night To take on Bonnie Prince Charlie With his five thousand Jacobites The army drawn from the Clans Were angry and embittered men With battle cry ‘Aye Sassenachs We’ll send ye back hame again’ As the opposing armies gathered At the field of Blar Chuil Lodair Cold winds of Drumossie moor Laid the Highlander’s army bare Charles he ought to have tarried And allowed his forces to grow But he wanted a surprise attack Against a trained and deadly foe Highlanders fired off the guns But their aim was far from true As the Royal Artillery response Scythed down the bonnets blue The Highlanders battled grimly Never accepting they were beat Though many fewer in numbers And they fell to a heavy defeat The English fatalities were fifty The Scots more than twenty fold The injured finished as they lay The Drumossie winds blew cold So ended the Battle of Culloden As Charlie’s final highland fling Cumberland returned victorious To inform his Hanoverian King Some say they’ve heard a wailing Near Inverness lochs and streams Tis winds of Drumossie howling It could easily be battle screams