The pipe-summons of Donald the Black,

The pipe-summons of Donald the Black,

The war-pipe and the pennon are on the gathering place at Inverlochy.

PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu,

Pibroch of Donuil,

Wake thy wild voice anew,

Summon Clan-Conuil.

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 Inverlocky :

Come every hill-plaid, and

True heart that wears one,

Come every steel blade, and

Strong hand that bears one.

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!

NORA'S VOW.

AIR-" Cha teid mis a chaoidh."

Written for Albyn's Anthology.

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 lake—until 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 mind-except the vehemence of her protestations.

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.

"I will never go with him."

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."

II.

"A maiden's vows," old Callam spoke,
"Are lightly made, and lightly broke;
The heather on the mountain's height
Begins to bloom in purple light;

The frost-wind soon shall sweep away
That lustre deep from glen and brae;
Yet, Nora, ere its bloom be gone,

May blythely wed the Earlie's son."

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,