Culloden Foretold

CULLODEN FORETOLD A man he once said ta'e me, You'll lay on heather, your gut will bleed. Near Inverness you should na'e be, Your end is there upon thee. I paid no heed, jumped to my feet, Charged through the Highlands, sword in sheath. Loyalty to the Stuarts was my belief, and to the end that will be. The charge has stalled, and is no more. The Duke has trained his English Score, to stand and fight, not run as before. This man who spoke has told me. On this ground I now will stand, dirk at side, sword in hand. Bring on my foe, I now demand, The day has come, God save me. The volley came, smoke thick as fog. We charged into the peat and bog, They stood as one, and stopped our trod, and slaughtered all that will be. And now I lay, my gut has bled. A man by me, still live, not dead. A Brit comes near, thrusting as he treads, kills him and I as foretold to me. Graham Alexander Devenish