To the Shore

The shore it’s seen, calm so near, But rocks and swells deterrent to all, Prevent a landing? It is not clear, The Stuart Prince dismissed his fear, Landed his launch, and began the call. A call to arms, he encouraged the men, To fight their foe and rid them now, Of English rule and oppression's end, The courage of each they could depend, Freedom to gain, they must somehow. Clans came as one, to the Bonnie’s call, Agreed to raise arms, to fight till free, On highlands they marched for one, for all. United as Scots proud and tall, To alter their current destiny. Battles fought on bog and moor, Pushed back the English offence, To whence they came from as before, But England stood at Culloden, a core, An end to Scottish independence.