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Navies are stranded:
Faster and faster,
Tenant and master.
See how they gather!
Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades,
Forward each man set ! Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,
Knell for the onset !
In the original Gaelic, the Lady makes protestations that
she will not go with the Red Earl's son, until the swan should build in the cliff, and the eagle in the lakeuntil one mountain should change places with another, and so forth. It is but fair to add, that there is no authority for supposing that she altered her mindexcept the vehemence of her protestation.
I. HEAR what Highland Nora said, “ The Earlie's son I will not wed, Should all the race of nature die, And none be left but he and I. For all the gold, for all the gear, And all the lands both far and near, That ever valour lost or won, I would not wed the Earlie's son.”— 1“ I will never go with him.” 2 [See also Mr. Thomson's Scottish Collection, 1822.]
III. “ The swan,” she said, “the lake's clear breast May barter for the eagle's nest ; The Awe's fierce stream may backward turn, Ben-Cruaichan fall, and crush Kilchurn; Our kilted clans, when blood is high, Before their foes may turn and fly; But I, were all these marvels done, Would never wed the Earlie's son.”
Still in the water-lily's shade
WRITTEN FOR ALBYN'S ANTHOLOGY, (1816.]
These verses are adapted to a very wild, yet lively gather
ing tune, used by the Mac Gregors. The severe treatment of this Clan, their outlawry, and the proscription of their very name, are alluded to in the Ballad.2
The moon's on the lake, and the mists on the brae,
Then gather, gather, gather, Grigalach !
Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew,
Then haloo, Grigalach ! haloo, Grigalach !
1“ The MacGregor is come.”
2 [For the history of the clan, see Introduction to Rob Roy Waverley Novels, vol. vii.]
Glen Orchy's proud mountains, Coalchuirn and her
We're landless, landless, landless, Grigalach !
But doom'd and devoted by vassal and lord,
Then courage, courage, courage, Grigalach!
If they rob us of name, and pursue us with beagles, Give their roofs to the flame, and their flesh to the
While there's leaves in the forest, and foam on the
river, MacGregor, despite them, shall flourish for ever!
Come then, Grigalach, come then, Grigalach,
Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed
shall career, O’er the peak of Ben-Lomond the galley shall steer, And the rocks of Craig Royston 1 like icicles melt,
1 [“ Rob Roy MacGregor's own designation was of Innersnaid; but he appears to have acquired a right of some kind