April 16th, 1746

A blanket of gloom, 

In the fading light, 

Holds whimpering men all fallen in fight,

Culloden all sodden with blood and shot blown, 

For a king down in London, sitting high on his throne. 

Or a prince hid in bushes, all silent alone. 

Will somebody tell me, I want to know why, 

They came here together hoping others to die.

(Roland Morrison)