Then we bounded from our covert, - Swept the hurricane of steel, Flashed the broadsword of Locheill! Vainly sped the withering volley 'Mongst the foremost of our band On we poured until we met them, Foot to foot, and hand to hand. Horse and man went down like driftwood Living foe there tarried none On the field of Killiecrankie, When that stubborn fight was done! And the evening star was shining II As he told us where to seek him, In the thickest of the slain. And a smile was on his visage, For within his dying ear Pealed the joyful note of triumph, And the clansmen's clamorous cheer; So, amidst the battle's thunder, Shot, and steel, and scorching flame, In the glory of his manhood Passed the spirit of the Græme ! Open wide the vaults of Athol, Where the bones of heroes rest – Open wide the hallowed portals O thou lion-hearted warrior! Reck not of the after-time: Honor may be deemed dishonor, Loyalty be called a crime. Sleep in peace with kindred ashes Of the noble and the true, Hands that never failed their country, Hearts that never baseness knew. Wakes the dead from earth and sea, Scotland shall not boast a braver Chieftain than our own Dundee ! "IT WAS A' FOR OUR RIGHTFU' KING." "It was a' for our rightfu' king We left fair Scotland's strand! It was a' for our rightfu' king We e'er saw Irish land, my dear, We e'er saw Irish land. "Now a' is done that men can do, An' a' is done in vain : My love an' native land, farewell, For I maun cross the main, my dear, He turned him right an' round about, An' ga'e his bridle-reins a shake, With, "Adieu for evermore, my dear," With, "Adieu for evermore.' |