Sons Of Arthur

Highland Charge

Under white light of night we prepared for the fight
In the cool mists of dawn we sang our battle song
As we hurled doon the braes to chase them a’ away . . .

But the last Highland charge fell at Culloden

We came from the north and we came from the west
We came from the mountains, the hills and the glens
But those lands are bare now and the folk are long gone . . .

For the last Highland charge fell at Culloden

We came with our brothers, we came with our kin
We came with a fury, a howl and a din
They’ll never see our likes again . . .

‘Cause the last Highland charge fell at Culloden

Ne’er again shall we rush with the wind
Ne’er again shall we tremble the grun’
Those days are o’er and the passion is gone . . .

The last Highland charge fell at Culloden

We fought for our freedom we fought for our ways
We fought for our honour our wives and our bairns
But our time was o’er and the future was lost . . .

When the last Highland charge fell at Culloden

Now that I’m gone dae ye think o’ me still
Remember ma spirit and ma iron will
Though ye may yearn for me, I can not return . . .

In the last Highland charge I fell at Culloden

Copyright Hugh McArthur 2006

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