Robert Campbell! Curse the name!
The ‘ound to peaceful Glencoe came.
To Clan McDonald came wi’ guile...
An’ plotted murder all the while.
Sixteen hundred, ninety two....
An evil year, for Scot’s tis true.
Campbell came wi’ English troops...
An’ e’en lower, then he stoops!
The English king ‘ad said to ‘im-
Kill all below three score an’ ten.
An’ kill ‘e did, the scurvy ‘ound-
McDonald blood ran all around..
Betrayal vile, an’ till this day-
The stench, it will na’ go away.
An’ go to Glencoe... an’ it seems-
Of night that one still ‘ears the screams..
Of frightened lasses, cursing men...
As real today, as they were then.
McDonald’s an’ the Campbell clans-
After centuries will not join hands.
The Traveler wanted all to know-
The infamy o’ Pass Glencoe.