GATHERING OF THE MACDONALDS. YOME along, my brave clans, COME There's nae friends sae stanch and true; Come along, my brave clans, There's nae lads sae leal as you. Come along, Clan Donuil, Frae 'mang your birks and heather braes; Come with bold Macalister, Wilder than his mountain raes. Gather, gather, gather, From Loch Morar to Argyle; Come from Castle Tuirim, Come from Moidart and the isles. Macallan is the hero That will lead you to the field: Gather, bold Siolallain, Sons of them that never yield. Gather, gather, gather, Gather from Lochaber glen: Mac-Mic-Rannail calls you; Come from Taroph, Roy, and Spean. Gather, brave Clan Donuil, Many sons of might you know; Lenochan's your brother, Auchterechtan and Glencoe. Gather, gather, gather, 'T is your prince that needs your arm: Though Macconnel leaves you, Dread no danger or alarm. Come from field and foray, Come from sickle and from plough, Come from cairn and correi, From deer-wake and driving to. Gather, bold Clan Donuil; Come with haversack and cord; Come not late with meal or cake, But come with dirk and gun and sword. Down into the Lowlands, Plenty bides by dale and burn, Gather, brave Clan Donuil, Riches wait on your return. Anonymous. GATHERING OF ATHOLL. THA will ride wi' gallant Murray? WHA Wha will ride wi' Geordie's fel'? He's the flow'r o' a' Glenisla, And the darlin o' Dunkel'. His gude sword he now has drawn it, Every faithful Murray follows; Every true and trusty Stewart Menzies he's our friend and brother; And a' the Drummonds at his back, Let us fight for Charlie's crown; From the right we 'll never sinder, Till we bring the tyrants down. Mackintosh, the gallant soldier, Wi' the Grahams and Gordons gay, They have ta'en the field of honor, Spite of all their chiefs could say. Bend the musket, point the rapier, Shift the brog for Lowland shoe, Scour the durk, and face the danger; Mackintosh has all to do. PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU. PIBROC DIBROCH of Donuil Dhu, Wake thy wild voice anew, Anonymous. Come away, come away, Come from deep glen and From mountain so rocky, The war-pipe and pennon Come every hill-plaid, And true heart that wears one; Come every steel blade, And strong hand that bears one! Leave untended the herd, The flock without shelter; Come as the winds come When forests are rended; Come as the waves come When navies are stranded: Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come; Wide waves the eagle plume Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set! Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Knell for the onset ! Sir Walter Scott. MY MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. Y heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birthplace of valor, the country of worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands forever I love. Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow; go. Robert Burns. |