As sung by Kenneth McKellar

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Oh, cruel is the snow that sweeps Glencoe
And covers the grave o' Donald
And cruel was the foe that raped Glencoe
And murdered the house o' MacDonald

They came in a blizzard, we offered them heat
A roof for their heads, dry shoes for their feet
We wined them and dined them; they ate of our meat
And they slept in the house o' MacDonald

They came in the night when our men were asleep
This band of Argyle, through snow thick and deep
Like murdering foxes amongst herdless sheep
They butchered the house o' MacDonald

Oh, cruel is the snow that sweeps Glencoe
And covers the grave o' Donald
And, cruel was the foe that raped Glencoe
And murdered the house o' MacDonald

Some died in their beds at the hand of the foe
Some fled in the night and were lost in the snow
Some lived to accuse him who struck the first blow
But gone was the house o' MacDonald.

Oh, cruel is the snow that sweeps Glencoe
And covers the grave o' Donald
And cruel was the foe that raped Glencoe
And murdered the house o' MacDonald