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!
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!’
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