MACGREGOR'S GATHERING - Frederick George Scott Poems


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  The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;
      Then gather, gather, gather, Grigalach!
      Gather, gather, gather, &c.

  Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew,
Must be heard but by night in our vengeful haloo!
      Then haloo, Grigalach! haloo, Grigalach!
      Haloo, haloo, haloo, Grigalach, &c.

  Glen Orchy's proud mountains, Coalchuirn and her towers,
Glenstrae and Glenlyon no longer are ours;
      We're landless, landless, landless, Grigalach!
      Landless, landless, landless, &c.

  But doom'd and devoted by vassal and lord.
MacGregor has still both his heart and his sword!
      Then courage, courage, courage, Grigalach!
      Courage, courage, courage, &c.

  If they rob us of name, and pursue us with beagles,
Give their roofs to the flame, and their flesh to the eagles!
      Then vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Grigalach!
      Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, &c.

  While there's leaves in the forest, and foam on the river,
MacGregor, despite them, shall flourish for ever!
      Come then, Grigalach, come then, Grigalach,
      Come then, come then, come then, &c.

  Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall career,
O'er the peak of Ben-Lomond the galley shall steer,
And the rocks of Craig-Royston like icicles melt,
Ere our wrongs be forgot, or our vengeance unfelt!
      Then gather, gather, gather, Grigalach!
      Gather, gather, gather, &c.