Classic Poem

At the Bonnie Prince there standing
The blood of war hard upon his face
His eyes defeated, all hope lost

She covered his pain in a blanket
As best she could
Water to drink and a bit of bread

Ferried him across in the dark of night
The breaking heart of Skye
Set him down on a farther shore

The sun of some other day to come, surely
She thought, as winter before spring
When the bloom of the heather will

Take the hill and dance with the bagpipe
Again.



Historical Note: Following the disastrous Battle of Culloden in Scotland in 1746, Flora MacDonald helped the defeated Bonnie Prince Charlie flee to safety.

(Previously published on Ancestry.com,2003)