War-Song of Lachlan, High Chief of Maclean

A WEARY month has wander'd o'er
Since last we parted on the shore;
Heaven! that I saw thee, love, once more,
Safe on that shore again!
'Twas valiant Lachlan gave the word—
Lachlan, of many a galley lord:
He call'd his kindred bands on board,
And launched them on the main.

Clan-Gillian is to ocean gone—
Clan-Gillian, fierce in foray known;
Rejoicing in the glory won
In many a bloody broil:
For wide is heard the thundering fray,
The rout, the ruin, the dismay,
When from the twilight glens away
Clan-Gillian drives the spoil.

Woe to the hills that shall rebound
Our banner'd bagpipes' maddening sound;
Clan-Gillian's onset echoing round
Shall shake their inmost cell.
Woe to the bark whose crew shall gaze
Where Lachlan's silken streamer plays!
The fools might face the lightning's blaze
As wisely and as well!