Bonnie prince Charlie came here once; the young pretender,
caused the death of so many brave highland men-set brother
against brother, and divided the clans. He left as stealthily as he
came; never to be seen again, well in this land anyway.
Pride comes before a fall, or so it’s said, and many men paid with
their heads, sometimes freedom, to feed one man’s hunger for power.
The man who deserted his brave highland army without a backward
glance-trooping off to France, where he outstayed his welcome.
Many say that all roads lead to Rome-this was true for Charlie-he
died there, never giving his followers thanks or reward, for their sacrifice.
The songs of old ask if he’ll come back again; this was not to be, oh no.
He died as he lived, thinking only of what might or should have been.
