Their fluttering length down favouring gale! Aboard, aboard! and hoist the sail Hold we our way for Arran first, Where meet in arms our friends dispersed ; Lennox the loyal, De la Haye, And Boyd the bold in battle fray. I long the hardy band to head, And see once more my standard spread..... Or stay to raise his island force ?”-- "Come weal, come woe, by Bruce's side," Replied the Chief, "will Ronald bide. And since two gallies yonder ride, Be mine, so please my liege, dismiss'd To wake to arms the clans of Uist, And soon on Arran's shore shall meet, With Torquil's aid, a gallant fleet, Among the islesmen of the west."- But, ere their sails the galleys spread, Coriskin dark and Coolin high Along that sable lake pass'd slow,— Their coronach of grief rung out, And ever, when they moved again, And, with the pibroch's shrilling wail, Round and around, from cliff and cave, His answer stern old Coolin gave, Till high upon his misty side Languish'd the mournful notes, and died. VII. Merrily, merrily bounds the bark, She bounds before the gale, The mountain breeze from Ben-na-darch Is joyous in her sail! With fluttering sound like laughter hoarse, The cords and canvass strain, The waves, divided by her force, In rippling eddies chased her course, As if they laugh'd again. Not down the breeze more blithely flew, Skimming the wave, the light sea-mew, Than the gay galley bore Her course upon that favouring wind, And Slapin's cavern'd shore. 'Twas then that warlike signals wake Dunscaith's dark towers and Eisord's lake, And soon, from Cavilgarrigh's head, Thick wreaths of eddying smoke were spread A summons thèse of war and wrath To the brave clans of Sleat and Strath, And, ready at the sight, Each warrior to his weapons sprung, And targe upon his shoulder flung, Impatient for the fight. Mac-Kinnon's chief, in warfare grey, And guide their barks to Brodick-Bay. VIII. Signal of Ronald's high command, From Canna's tower, that, steep and To aught but goat or mountain-deer. But rest thee on the silver beach, And let the aged herdsman teach His tale of former day; grey, His cur's wild clamour he shall chide, And for thy seat by ocean's side, His varied plaid display; Then tell, how with their Chieftain came, In ancient times, a foreign dame To yonder turret grey. |