Chords for Highland Lament by the Corries

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_ _ _ The unrelenting cruelties [Bb] of the Duke of Cumberland [F] spared neither age, sex, nor condition, and
Scotland for a while [Dm] realised the treacherousness of peace, _ [F] which were told at the time was
nigh when her people [Dm] might ride fifty [F] miles among her hills and valleys, and no fine Arican
hoose _ nor hear a crowing [Dm] cock.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I went out a penny in my purse to buy a _ meal to _ me. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ At him I had three score of _ yows. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A horn, [Bb] a horn, a three, _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ skipping _ on your bonnie nose and casting wool for _ _ me. _ _ _ _ _ _
Till Charlie Stewart came at last.
A _ horn, a horn, [Bb] a three.
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_ _ _ _ _ My Donald's arm was one ten men for Scotland, aye, and for _ _ _ me. _ _
_ _ _ _ Nor woeful fate what need I tell.
A _ horn, a _ horn, [Bb] a three.
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_ My Donald and his country _ fell _ _ upon _ _ Cordon Fee. _ _
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