Heart-whole we'll part, and no whit sighe Let piping swaine, and craven wight, And hero-like to die. M WILLIAM MOTHERWELL. I M Montrose THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE. 1650. COME hither, Evan Cameron ! I hear the river roaring down There's shouting on the mountain-side, There 's war within the blast Old faces look upon me, Old forms go trooping past. I hear the pibroch wailing And my dim spirit wakes again 'Twas I that led the Highland host What time the plaided clans came down I've told thee how the Southrons fell Beneath the broad claymore, And how we smote the Campbell clan By Inverlochy's shore. I've told thee how we swept Dundee, And tamed the Lindsays' pride, But never have I told thee yet How the great Marquis died. A traitor sold him to his foes, Or backed by armèd men Face him, as thou wouldst face the man Who wronged thy sire's renown; Remember of what blood thou art, And strike the caitiff down! They brought him to the Watergate, The hangman rode below |