On this day April 16th 1746 the Jacobite army was defeated by the Hanoverians on Culloden Moor.
THE lovely lass o’ Inverness,
Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;
For e’en and morn she cries, ‘Alas!’
And aye the saut tear blin’s her e’e:
‘Drumossie moor, Drumossie day,
A waefu’ day it was to me!
For there I lost my father dear,
My father dear and brethren three.
‘Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay,
Their graves are growing green to see;
And by them lies the dearest lad
That ever blest a woman’s e’e!
Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord,
A bluidy man I trow thou be;
For monie a heart thou hast made sair,
That ne’er did wrang to thine or thee.’
by Robert Burns 1759 – 1796
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I have trouble even thinking about Culloden.
It’s one thing to win a battle, fair and square. It’s another thing to just butcher people – Butcher Cumberland.
I’ve never been there, but have a friend who has, and he says it still hangs in the air.
I hope that those who died there have found peace.