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'.
See the white rose in his bonnet!
See his banner o'er the Tay!

His gude sword he now has drawn it,
And has flung the sheath away.

Every faithful Murray follows;
First of heroes! best of men!

Every true and trusty Stewart
Blithely leaves his native glen.
Atholl lads are lads of honor,
Westland rogues are rebels a';
When we come within their border,
We may gar the Campbells claw.

Menzies he's our friend and brother;
Gask and Strowan are nae slack!
Noble Perth has ta'en the field,

And a' the Drummonds at his back,
Let us ride wi' gallant Murray,

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,
Pibroch of Donuil,

Wake thy wild voice anew,
Summon Clan Conuil.

Anonymous.

Come away, come away,
Hark to the summons!
Come in your war array,
Gentles and commons.

Come from deep glen and

From mountain so rocky,

The war-pipe and pennon
Are at Inverlochy.

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;
Leave the corpse uninterred,
The bride at the altar;
Leave the deer, leave the steer,
Leave nets and barges:
Come with your fighting gear,
Broadswords and targes.

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;
See how they gather!

Wide waves the eagle plume
Blended with heather.

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;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods ;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My 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.

Robert Burns.