Gloomy Glencoe and the Campbell’s Shame.

The overcast is frequent
The chills are ever felt
The glen is rich with history
Would make a cold heart melt.

McDonalds held at Glencoe
With rival tribes around.
And now there was this King’s oath
Give pledge or rage be found.

The storm of final January
The cold and drifts en route
And when they reached the high town
No magistrate to boot.

Another town attempted.
Another failure met.
While meanwhile King’s troops circling
The home farms, worn and wet.

Twas just a taxes audit
The lie that dropped their guard
A dinner, songs and whiskey
Next morn a bloodied yard.