Cry not for me you men of mortal mantle
For there is no man here among you that...
Could have brought this gathering now
As it stands alone in the darkness together
I only take this judgement for myself
So you must, if the need be take it as it is
To summon courage and take task and trial
Here and now in the bitterness and cold
Of the moors and heathers of the clans
It is now you must show courage and strength
For tomorrow there is a score to settle in blood
Many of you will lie down and die on this land
Of our forefathers many a river will run with blood
But remember it’s for honour and pride we fight
This turf we stand upon is ours and will stay ours
As long as we shall fight with shield and sword
Take heed and listen to your hearts not your fears
For it is your hearts that will do battle in the morn
Cry out loud as we fight the red coats of George’s men
Tarry not but drive them back across our boarders
Back into their England to their English ways, and
Let us Islanders do as we have always done and
Live a bonny life even though it is a hard and canny one.
Tomorrow we fight at Culloden let this place is, lest
It be the last place you ever see on this earth
Tomorrow at dawn we fight for Scotland and the Prince
Put everything you have within your soul in that sword
And fight as if you are fighting to be your own king...