Gathering Song of Donald the Black

by Sir Walter Scott


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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
Sir Walter Scott | Classic Poems

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