Our kilted clans, when blood is high, But I, were all these marvels done, Would never wed the Earlie's son." IV. Still in the water-lily's shade Her wonted nest the wild swan made, Ben-Cruaichan stands as fast as ever, Still downward foams the Awe's fierce river; To shun the clash of foeman's steel, No Highland brogue has turn'd the heel; But Nora's heart is lost and won, -She's wedded to the Earlie's son ! MACGREGOR'S GATHERING. AIR-" Thain' a Grigalach."* Written for Albyn's Anthology. These verses are adapted to a very wild, yet lively gathering-tune, used by the MacGregors. The severe treatment of this clan, their outlawry, and the proscription of their very name, are alluded to in the Ballad. THE moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, *The MacGregor is come." Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew, Must be heard but by night in our vengeful haloo ! Then haloo, Gregalach! haloo, Gregalach! Haloo, haloo, haloo, Gregalach, &c. Glen Orchy's proud mountains, Coalchuirn and her towers, Glenstrae and Glenlyon no longer are ours: We're landless, landless, landless, Gregalach! Landless, landless, landless, &c. But doom'd and devoted by vassal and lord, If they rob us of name and pursue us with beagles, Then vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Gregalach! While there's leaves in the forest, and foam on the river, MacGregor, despite them, shall flourish forever! Come then, Gregalach, come then, Gregalach! Come then, come then, come then, &c. Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall career, Then gather, gather, gather, Gregalach! Gather, gather, gather, &c. |