Key signature: Gmajor
Submitted on September 23rd 2009 by forestfiddler.
This tune has been added to 9 tunebooks.
Also known as The Massacre Of Glencoe.
Recordings of a tune by this name:
X: 1
T: Ballad Of Glencoe, The
M: 3/4
L: 1/8
R: waltz
K: Gmaj
D2|B4AG|D4D2|E4CE|D4D2|
B4AG|D4G2|F2A4|A4D2|
B4AG|D4D2|E2C2E2|D4D2|
E2C2G2|F2D2A2|A6|G4D2||
G2B3D|A2C3D|B2D2B2|G4G2|
A2C3A|D4D2|B2D3B|A4D2|
G2B3D|A2C3D|B2D2B2|G4D2|
E2C2G2|F2D2A2|A6|G4z2|
Ballad of Glencoe
Included in The First Great Garlands Tunebook to be played at the National Windjam 2009 in Westbury Tasmania
# Posted on September 23rd 2009 by forestfiddler
See "Cruel Is The Snow That Sweeps Glencoe (waltz)" at
http://www.thesession.org/tunes/display/8090
# Posted on September 23rd 2009 by nigelg
Cruel is the Snow--From 'The Corries' YouTube
This is my transcription of 'The Corries' YouTube video mentioned by nigelg.
X:1
T:Massacre at Glencoe
S:The Corries
M:3/4
R:Waltz
K:G
%Chorus
"G" B3 A G2 | "G" D4 D2 |"C" E2 C2 E2 |"G" B,-D3 GA |
"G" B3 A G2 | "G" D4 G2 | "D" F2 A4- | "D" A4 z2 |
"G" B3 A G2 | "G" D4 D2 | "C"E2 D2 C2 |"G" B,-D3 GF |
"C" E2 C2 G2| "D" F2 G2 A2 | "G"A2-G4-| G4 D2 |
%Verses
"G" G2 B2 G2 | "D7" A2 c2 A2 | "G" B2 d2 B2 | "G" G6 |
"D" A2 c2 A2 | "D" F4 F2 | "G" G2 B2 G2 | "D" D4 D2 |
"G" G2 B2 G2 | "D7" A2 c2 A2 | "G" B2 d2 B2 | "G" G4 G2 |
"C" E2 F2 G2 | "D7" F2 G2 A2 | "G" A2 G4- |1 G4 D2 :|2 G4 D2 ||
The Chorus and Verses are as follows:
Massacre of Glencoe
First line: Cruel is the snow..
Source: The Corries
Chorus
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 of MacDonald
Verse
They came in the blizzard we offered them heat
A roof for their heads, dry shoes for their feet
We wined them and dined them, they ate all our meat
And slept in the house of MacDonald
They came from Fort William with murder in mind
The Campbell had orders King William had signed
It all to them saw these words underlined
And leave none alive called MacDonald
They came in the night when the men were asleep
This band of Argylles through snow soft and deep
Like murdering foxes among helpless sheep
They slaughtered the house of MacDonald
Some died in their beds at the hand of the foe
Some fled in the night, were lost in snow
Some lived to accuse them who struck the first blow
But lost was the house of MacDonald
# Posted on October 17th 2009 by troisrive