Hot they came, rust coats through sleet, bog, lead hail
Tense wait for word, start headlong rush into good fight
Dun April day Scotland died on Drumossie Moor

Our cause was just, bonnie Prince Charlie did assure
Fair selkie’s call for Young Pretender, us, unite
Hot they came, rust coats through sleet, bog, lead hail

A cross chill marsh in to our teeth, we lured
Two red royal dragoons for each true Jacobite
Dun April day Scotland died on Drumossie Moor

Cannon burst, musket smoke Culloden’s dawn obscured
Exhausted, broken, we yielded the field outright
Hot they came, rust coats through sleet, bog, lead hail

Cumberland’s slaughter Chattan did endure
Deep stone Well of the Dead speaks soft their names at night
Dun April day Scotland died on Drumossie Moor

That blade above yon hearth remains unblooded, pure
Aye, that I believed old Brahan Seer’s foresight
Hot they came, rust coats through sleet, bog, lead hail
Dun April day Scotland died on Drumossie Moor