The three sisters had escaped
So, they wouldn't be murdered or raped,
Across the mountains they all fled
Behind them they left their family, which lay dead.
It was in the bitter cold
As this story has been told, and then retold,
About the MacDonald Clan of Glencoe
Who where murdered by their guests, their foe.
The Campbells were all fed and housed
No suspicion by the MacDonalds were aroused,
Of course it was a Highlander law
In bad weather, their home was opened to all.
But, the Campbells did the King of England's will
For him their own Clansman, they did kill,
Highlanders had welcome the Campbells there for the night
12 days later, there would be blood and fright.
Many (non-Campbell)soldiers warned their hosts
So, that they wouldn't give up their mortal ghosts,
But,38 MacDonalds (men, women and children)had died
While 40 more laid dead from the freezing exposure outside.
Now whenever I hear the name Campbell I willspit
I know that those murderers will all burn in Hell's fiery pit,
But, the three sisters had gotten away
From the Campbell's orders, that one February day.
Randy L. McClave
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I would like to translate this poem