Twas the night before Culloden
Twas the night before Culloden, and all thru the fandom
came cries of despondency, each sounding in tandem.
A Bonnie Prince would lead Scots on the morrow,
and for James and Claire, parting truly would be sorrow.
For it was from out of their love, a wee baby grew
but where there should be three, there now would only be two.
They held each other close, these bless’d moments would be last
until time no longer separated them, they prayed t’would be fast.
Tomorrow would dawn, and all hope would be lost
for the Highlands destruction, did the prince’s dream’s cost.