Déanta

The waves crash in and the tide pulls out It's an angry sea but there is no doubt That the lighthouse will keep shining in the night To warn the lonely sailor The lightning strikes and the wind cuts cold Through the sailor's bones, to the sailor's so

(Chorus: Cold winds on the moors blow. Warm the enemy's fires glow. Like the harvest of Culloden, Pain and fear and death grow.) 1. 'Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie, But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell The flower of ou