Why Weeps Yon Highland Maid

Why weeps yon Highland maid
Over the tartan plaid —
Is it a pledge of care,
Or are the blood drops there ?
Tell me, thou hind of humble seeming,
Why the tears on her cheek are gleaming,
Why should the young and fair
Thus weep unpitied there ?

Stranger, that Highland plaid
Low in the dust was laid ;
He who the relic wore,
He is, alas ! no more :
He and his loyal clan were trodden
Down by slaves on dark Culloden.

Well o'er a lover's pall,
Well make the tear-drops fall !

Where now her clansman true,
Where is the bonnet blue,
Where the claymore that broke
Fearless through fire and smoke ?
Not one gleam by glen or river,
It lies dropp'd from the hand for ever.

Stranger, our fate deplore,
Our ancient name's no more!