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It was in aiuld ancient Scotland

the year, sixteen ninety two

came the proclomation from the king

just what all the Scots should do

most highlanders agreed with him

but there was still a few

who refused to become English

and lot's of folks who had no clue

For the new king was greedy and bloody as hell

he had just come to the throne

and wasn't doing too well

for more men he needed and his soul he would sell

and he'd get them too

and it didn't matter in battle

just how many fell

Now King William had spoken, we will make them all pay

for I am the king now and they'll rue the day

they won't sign allegiance and they're not going to stay

so take up your arms and blow them away

But old McDonald HAD signed alegiance

unknown to the king

for the carriers were delayed in a blizzard

and the papers couldn't bring

so all through the country

Williams anger did ring

and t'was long after the killings, William was told

McDonald had signed the damn thing

And Campbell just stood there with greed on his face

and if he played his cards right, he'd be in first place

he was cunning and evil as he bowed to his 'Grace"

but the hate in his eyes, he just couldn't erase,

So Lord Robert Campbell, the laird of the clan

came down from his castle, with dagger in hand

for he promised King William, that with him he'd stand

and for power and money he'd butcher the land

Oh the snow was waste deep, in the mountains that day

and there was and quarreling arguing as they went on their way

for the clansmen wondered who would die, how long they would stay

for they knew in the end it was them who would pay

They rode on their horses, all frozen and tired

some didn't make it, for in the snow, they got mired

but William was paying, and t'was then he had hired

so they would kill every person that McDonald  had sired

And as the laird of the Campbel rode his horse through the night

his badges were gleaming all golden and bright

and his brain was a jumble with murder and might

for McDonald had no clue at all of his plight

now auld McDonald was a pillaging clan

they had pillaged and murdered all over the land

but the Campbell's were no better, just understand

they too, were a bloody and maruding clan

Soon McDonald welcomed Campbell, in by the fire

and as the evening progressed, the laughter got higher

old McDonald though himself quite the squire

but before it turned morning, he'd lay dead on his bier

Campbell drank of his ale and gorged on his food

and McDonald thought that thngs were going quite good

but before day break next morning, and they ner understood

they were laid out in numbers in caskets of wood

Well they played card's all evening, on tables so long

they wenched and they laughed and they sang bawdy songs

they gambled and talked, made to feel they belonged

while the Campbell's plotted in silence, about this deed that was wrong

Old ladies and children, old men and young boys

all shot and stabbed on a cold snowy morn

and little babies killed on the day they were born

and as this all happened, Campbell laughed fulll of scorn

and continued his rampage through a house ripped and torn

Some escaped in the carnage and ran through the snow

for there was no place to hide and no place to go

some just lay dying from their wounds and the blows

as the house of McDonald was laid bare and low

Now all is quiet overlooking Glencoe

but they still taalk about it, tho was long years ago

and McDonald was innocent and they just didn't know

for none had been ready for the Campbell's big blow

The rape of McDonald, what tears have been shed

for they all were massacred right in their beds'

and it happened for naught, when all's done and said

five hundred souls living, now ravished and dead