Best Culloden Poems

16th April 1746
The day a country ceased to exist
British Army, Hanoverian scum
Defeated our Jacobite's
Scotland is on the run
 
Our Tartans banished, bagpipes no more
To lead...

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16th April 1746
The day a country ceased to exist
British Army, Hanoverian scum
Defeated our Jacobite's
Scotland's is on the run
 
Our Tartans banished, bagpipes no more
To lead...

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Paler than the hills I walk
I hear the bleat of sheep long still
and see the thistles of the Saltire’s home,
yet wear the weave of no...

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Heathen warriors dressed in the plaid
Victims of time and an evil brigade
Pursue their beliefs far into the South
Gaelic words from a Jacobite mouth

Like bairns against...

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CULLODEN FORETOLD

A man he once said ta'e me,
You'll lay on heather, your gut will bleed.
Near Inverness you should na'e be,
Your end is there upon thee.

I...

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Weekend away in medieval castle
Traveling to Scotland on overnight train
Read the account of Culloden battle
Highlanders lost cherished domain.

Eyes feeling heavy am swept away
living the moment...

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The Spirits of Culloden. 
This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year,
Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear.
Standin...

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Tradition and dress
A nations finesse
Symbolic in style
By a country mile
 
The drone of the pipes
Tartan clad
Bonnie on the girls
Proud on the lads
 
Highland dancers
In kilted...

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Clan Stewart of Appin,
Clan MacGillvray too,
Fell at Culloden,
In the blood and dew.
They fell two by two, and then ten by ten,
Until twelve hundred dead, not...

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AN INDEPENDENT SCOTLAND? (Or, Beware The English)
by Damian on June 15, 2014. © Damian Cranney, All rights reserved

An independent Scotland,
That will do just fine,
We no...

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On These Plains I Lay

White fire and heat, blinding light, blinding bright.
Shot down on these plains,
My soldiers, My warriors,
Fading from my sight.

Battle lost?  Battle...

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When one sits on the moor at this Culloden place
Where the Clans of the Tartan lay in deathly deface

On many a night through the following...

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This mighty Fort
Hanoverian built
To suppress the Scot's
Deter the kilt
 
This Star-fort design
One of Europe's best
Never attacked
No enemy zest
 
Strategically set 
On the Moray Firth
This fort...

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America, in this modern age
Population so proud
On their ancestors heritage
 
But in the annuls of time
Not that long ago
To a new world they came
Immigrants so
...

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The battles ower ,smoke settles ower the moor,
Clans are broken flying aff tae the hills.
Redcoated sodjers mingle with red Heilan blude,
Killing the wounded in Drumossie...

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