| Oh cruel is the snow that sweeps Glencoe
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| And covers the grave o' Donald
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| And cruel was the foe that raped Glencoe
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| And murdered the house o' MacDonald
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| They came through the blizzard, we offered them heat
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| A roof ower their heads, dry shoes for their feet
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| We wined them and dined them, they ate o' our meat
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| And slept in the house O' MacDonald
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| They came from Fort William with murder mind
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| The Campbell had orders, King William had signed
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| Pit all tae the sword, these words underlined
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| And leave none alive called MacDonald
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| They came in the night when the men were asleep
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| That band of Argyles, through snow soft and deep
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| Like murdering foxes, among helpless sheep
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| They slaughtered the house o' MacDonald
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| Some died in their beds at the hands of the foe
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| Some fled in the night, were lost in the snow
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| Some lived to accuse him, what struck the first blow
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| But gone was the house of MacDonald |