Can you hear them, can you see them
Marching proudly across the moor,
Hear the wind blow thru the drifting snow,
Tell me can you see them, the ghosts of culloden.
Many bravely fought and sadly they were slain,
But they died with such pride and dignity,
Their lives were not in vain,
We still remember them,
They fought to save their land, and died for liberty.
Thru the mist you'll hear - a lonely piper play,
Listen carefully - you'll hear - a mournful cry,
Swords and bayonets crash - as man to man they clash,
They came to fight to live - and now they die.