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 The conteſt laſted fair and lang, The pipers blew, the echoes rang, The cannon roar’d the Clans amang, Culloden’s awfu’ morning!

Duncan now nae mair ſeems keeukeen [sic], He’s loſt his dirk an’ tartan ſheen. His banner ſtain’d, that ance was clean; Foul fa’ that awfu’ morning.

But Scotland lang ſhall rue the cay, She faw her flag ſae fiercely flee: Culloden-hills were hills o’ wae. It was an awfu’ morning! Duncan now nae mair ſeems keen, &c.

Fair Flora’s gane her love to ſeek, The midnight dew fa’s on her cheek; What Scottiſh heart that will not weep For Charlie’s fate that morning? Duncan now nae mair ſeems keen, &c.

Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, Scots wham Bruce has often lad, We come to your gory bed, Or to glorious victory!