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Prince Charles Edward Stuart's attempts to free Scotland from England's rule. |
| (Charles Edward Stuart, grandson of King James the Second, son of exiled James the Third.) The castles fall. The flowers wilt. The sea winds die. A tattered kilt. Blood ran cold. Tombstones massed. Bracken burned. An unknown past. Blood-soaked earth. Tear-stained rain. Rage-filled land. A people's pain. Hatred faced south. Troubles faced kin. Hunger faced all. A rogue from within. Red hair a-fire. Brown eyes a-blaze. Clothing a-strewn. A prince in the haze. Bold folk cheered. Red coats brought danger. The Stuart undaunted. A tyrant's fierce anger. The ladies of Inverness. The mountains of Skye. The halls of St. James. A young heir tries. The bagpipes were silenced. By the invasion of Tories. No more desire to win. A drink drowns his worries. He almost brought freedom. Forced to flee to the Seine. The man gave all, but alas. A sorrowful end. Now the bagpipes play proud. For he had fought hansomely. But no happy endings for. A Bonnie Prince Charlie. |