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Young Frank is chief of Errington,
"A chain of gold ye sail not lack,
Nor braid to bind your hair;
Nor palfrey fresh andfair;
The tapers glimmer'd fair; The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
And dame and knight are there. They sought her baith by bower and ha';
The ladie was not seen! She's o'er the Border, and awa'
Wi' Jock of Hazeldean.
I. 0, Hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright; The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see, They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee. O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo, O ho ro, i ri ri, &c.
Ii. O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, It calls but the warders that guard thy repose; Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed. O ho ro, i ri ri, &c.
1 " Sleep on till day." These words, adapted to a melody somewhat different from the original, are sung in my friend Mr. Terry's drama of " Guy Mannering." [ The "Lullaby" was first printed in Mr Terry's drama: it was afterwards set to music in Thomson's collection, 1822.]
in. O, hush thee, my babie, the time soon will come, When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum;Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
O ho ro, i ri ri, &c.
This is a very ancient pibroch belonging to Clan Mac Donald, and supposed to refer to the expedition of Donald Balloch, who, in 1431, launched from the Isles with a considerable force, invaded Lochaber, and at Inverlochy defeated and put to flight the Earls of Mar and Caithness, though at the head of an army superior to his own. The words of the set, theme, or melody, to which the pipe variations are applied, run thus in Gaelic:—
Piobaireachd Dhonuil Dhuidh, piobaireachd Dhonuil;
1" The pibroch of Donald the Black." [This song was written for Campbell's Albyn's Anthology, 1816. It may also be seen, set to music, in Thomson's Collection, 1830.]
1 [Compare this with the gathering-song in the third canto of the Lady of the Lake.]
Vol. vr. 18
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,
Pibroch of Donuil,
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 uninterr'd,
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