Pibroch of Donuil Dhu |
Pitbroch of Donuil |
Wake thy wild voice anew, |
Summon Clan Conuil. |
Come away, come away, |
Hark to the summons! |
Come in your war-array, |
Gentles and commons.
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Come from deep glen, and |
From mountain so rocky; |
The war-pipe and pennon |
Are at Inverlocky. |
Come every hill-plaid, and |
True heart that wears one, |
Come every steel blade, and |
Strong hand that bears one.
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Leave untended the herd, |
The flock without shelter; |
Leave the corpse uninterr’d, |
The bride at the altar; |
Leave the deer, leave the steer, |
Leave nets and barges: |
Come with your fighting gear, |
Broadswords and targes.
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Come as the winds come, when |
Forests are rended, |
Come as the waves come, when |
Navies are stranded: |
Faster come, faster come, |
Faster and faster, |
Chief, vassal, page and groom, |
Tenant and master.
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Fast they come, fast they come; |
See how they gather! |
Wide waves the eagle plume |
Blended with heather. |
Cast your plaids, draw your blades, |
Forward each man set! |
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu |
Knell for the onset!
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Sir Walter
Scott | Classic
Poems |
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