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FLORA AND DONALD, OR, THE MASSACRE OF GLENCOE O' dark loured (lowered?) the night on the wild distant heather And the wild raven croaked out the bodings of death While the moon hid her beams in the clouds out of woe Disdaining to gaze on the fields of Glencoe While deep balmy sleep closed each eye in rest And the chieftan he slumbered with peace in his breast Ne'er dreaming that hour that fate seemed to show That bloody and pale, he should lie in Glencoe But a flash soon denoted - the signal was given And the thunders of death waked the meteors of heaven While Flora, poor Flora, she wandered in woe To seek for her Donald, the pride of Glencoe O! Sudden a flash on her vision did glare While a cannon's loud thunder pealed through the air Awakened ten thousand brave heroes below And roared through the caverns of mighty Glencoe The smoke now arose from my dear native glen With the shrieks of the women, and cries of the men Naked mothers were shot with their babes as they ran For the English had risen to murder the clan O many a warrior that evening was slain While the blaze of the village gleamed far o'er the plain A hundred MacDonalds that night were laid low And their blood stained the heath of their native Glencoe Then Flora she shrieked while loose hung her hair O where is my Donald, O tell me, O where? But the tempest's loud torrent o'er the mountains did blow And stretched and bloody, he lies in Glencoe When a sigh of despair then arose from her breast, And memory soon told her he slumbered at rest, He slumbers forever, now free from his woe And left his love, Flora, the pride of Glencoe Her dark rolling eyes then they kindled in fire, She fell on his body and then did expire, No more lovely Flora again felt her woe, But in death found her Donald, the pride of Glencoe And now over their heads the green grass it does wave, And the wild flowers nod over their desolate graves, And the strangers that pass shed a tear as they go, For Flora and Donald, the pride of Glencoe. Source: a broadside on file at the Bodleian Library of the University of Oxford Printed between 1840 and 1866 by J. Harkness, Printer, 121, Church Street, Prest on. [2806 c.14(26)] Note: this should not be confused with a modern (1963) song by Jim McLean, also called "The Massacre of Glencoe." @Scottish @murder @historical filename[ GLENCOM2 NHJ IH MD JRO  8note Sheet |
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