Massacre at Glencoe

Written by: Thvia Stein

The snow rests red and heavy
through the valley and the glen,

with MacDonald honor lingering on
in spite of Campbell sin.

Give us crimson wool
to weave a plaiden memory

of the massacre at Glencoe
and deeds of treachery.

Let the stigma of a traitor
forever mark their name

as long as Scotland bears the scar
so recalled shall be their shame.