00:00T'was a gloomy eve in the autumn of 1513. I haunt that same day, each week, each year.
00:10A spirit guard who does not sleep, the clansmen vanished into the heather's misty moss.
00:17T'was a nightly hour the fluches received them.
00:20Scarce midnight sounded its mystic hour, than o'er Guernigo's hall tower peered a meteor.
00:30On Dunnit's verdant head it stood, and peered to tinge the firth with blood.
00:39At four o'clock that Tuesday week, Flodden's battle commenced.
00:44By the time till darkness set in, the issue had been decided.
00:50And alas, my honoured chief, he too lies among the slain.
00:57All the honours neath the sky, all the rank the world can give me, worthless they are to me.
01:06Beware the ghost army's return o'er the bog, for the soldiers' band are for air no more.
01:14And my William, dear William, is lost forever.
01:20All theung, thank you.
01:20All the
