1796. Pibroch of Donald Dhu He turn'd him right and round about And gae his bridle-reins a shake, And, Adieu for evermore! The sodger frae the wars returns, But I hae parted frae my love, My dear Never to meet again. When day is gane, and night is come, And a' folk bound to sleep, I think on him that's far awa', The lee-lang night, and weep, The lee-lang night, and weep. 18 24 30 Robert Burns. PIBROCH OF DONALD DHU PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil, Wake thy wild voice anew, Hark to the summons! Come in your war array, 8 Come from deep glen and From mountain so rocky, The war-pipe and pennon Leave untended the herd, Come as the winds come when Come as the waves come when Navies are stranded: Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come; See how they gather! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. 16 24 32 The Chief Who in Triumph Advances 1816. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set! Knell for the onset! 40 Sir Walter Scott. "HAIL TO THE CHIEF WHO IN TRIUMPH ADVANCES!" From The Lady of the Lake HAIL to the Chief who in triumph advances! Honored and blessed be the ever-green Pine! Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to bourgeon and broadly to grow, Sends our shout back again, "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!" 10 Ours is no sapling, chance-sown by the fountain, Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade; When the whirlwind has stripped every leaf on the mountain, The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her Moored in the rifted rock, Proof to the tempest's shock, Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow; Menteith and Breadalbane, then Echo his praise again, "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!" 20 Proudly our pibroch has thrilled in Glen Fruin, And Bannochar's groans to our slogan replied; Glen-Luss and Ross-dhu, they are smoking in ruin, And the best of Loch Lomond lie dead on her side. Widow and Saxon maid Long shall lament our raid, Think of Clan-Alpine with fear and with woe; Lennox and Leven-glen Shake when they hear again, Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!" Row, vassals, row, for the pride of the Highlands! 30 Stretch to your oars for the ever-green Pine! O that the rosebud that graces yon islands Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine! O that some seedling gem, Worthy such noble stem Honored and blessed in their shadow might grow! Loud should Clan-Alpine then Ring from her deepmost glen, "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe! 1810. 40 Sir Walter Scott. CAVALIER TUNES I MARCHING ALONG KENTISH Sir Byng stood for his King, Marched them along, fifty-score strong, 6 God for King Charles! Pym and such carles To the Devil that prompts 'em their treasonous parles! Cavaliers, up! Lips from the cup, Hands from the pasty, nor bite take nor sup CHORUS.-Marching along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song? Hampden to hell, and his obsequies' knell. Serve Hazelrig, Fiennes, and young Harry as well! 12 |