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Have then thy wish he whistled shrill	A
And he was answer'd from the hill	A
Wild as the scream of the curlew	A
From crag to crag the signal flew	A
Instant through copse and heath	B
Bonnets and spears and bended bows	C
On right on left above below	A
Sprung up at once the lurking foe	A
From shingles gray their lances start	D
The bracken bush sends forth the dart	D
The rushes and the willow wand	E
Are bristling into axe and brand	F
And every tuft of broom gives life	G
To plaided warrior arm'd for strife	G
That whistle garrison'd the glen	H
At once with full five hundred men	H
As if the yawning hill to heaven	I
A subterranean host had given	I
Watching their leader's beck and will	A
All silent there they stood and still	A
Like the loose crags whose threatening mass	J
Lay tottering o'er the hollow pass	J
As if an infant's touch could urge	K
Their headlong passage down the verge	K
With step and weapon forward flung	L
Upon the mountain side they hung	L
The Mountaineer cast glance of pride	M
Along Benledi's living side	M
Then fix'd his eye and sable brow	N
Full on Fitz James How say'st thou now	N
These are Clan Alpine's warriors true	A
And Saxon I am Roderick Dhu X	O
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Fitz James was brave Though to his heart	D
The life blood thrill'd with sudden start	D
He mann'd himself with dauntless air	P
Return'd the Chief his haughty stare	P
His back against a rock he bore	Q
And firmly placed his foot before	Q
Come one come all this rock shall fly	A
From its firm base as soon as I	A
Sir Roderick mark'd and in his eyes	R
Respect was mingled with surprise	R
And the stern joy which warriors feel	A
In foemen worthy of their steel	A
Short space he stood then waved his hand	F
Down sunk the disappearing band	F
Each warrior vanish'd where he stood	S
In broom or bracken heath or wood	S
Sunk brand and spear and bended bow	N
In osiers pale and copses low	A
It seem'd as if their mother Earth	T
Had swallow'd up her warlike birth	T
The wind's last breath had toss'd in air	P
Pennon and plaid and plumage fair	P
The next but swept a lone hill side	M
Where heath and fern were waving wide	M
The sun's last glance was glinted back	U
From spear and glaive from targe and jack	U
The next all unreflected shone	V
On bracken green and cold grey stone XI	W
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Fitz James look'd round yet scarce believed	X
The witness that his sight received	X
Such apparition well might seem	Y
Delusion of a dreadful dream	Y
Sir Roderick in suspense he eyed	M
And to his look the Chief replied	M
Fear nought nay that I need not say	Z
But doubt not aught from mine array	Z
Thou art my guest I pledged my word	A2
As far as Coilantogle ford	B2
Nor would I call a clansman's brand	F
For aid against one valiant hand	F
Though on our strife lay every vale	A
Rent by the Saxon from the Gael	A
So move we on I only meant	C2
To show the reed on which you leant	D2
Deeming this path you might pursue	A
Without a pass from Roderick Dhu	E2
They moved I said Fitz James was brave	F2
As ever knight that belted glaive	F2
Yet dare not say that now his blood	G2
Kept on its wont and temper'd flood	G2
As following Roderick's stride he drew	A
That seeming lonesome pathway through	A
Which yet by fearful proof was rife	F2
With lances that to take his life	F2
Waited but signal from a guide	M
So late dishonour'd and defied	M
Ever by stealth his eye sought round	H2
The vanish'd guardians of the ground	H2
And still from copse and heather deep	I2
Fancy saw spear and broadsword peep	I2
And in the plover's shrilly strain	J2
The signal whistle heard again	H
Nor breathed he free till far behind	K2
The pass was left for then they wind	K2
Along a wide and level green	L2
Where neither tree nor tuft was seen	L2
Nor rush nor bush of broom was near	M2
To hide a bonnet or a spear XII	A
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The Chief in silence strode before	Q
And reach'd that torrent's sounding shore	Q
Which daughter of three mighty lakes	A
From Vennachar in silver breaks	A
Sweeps through the plain and ceaseless mines	A
On Bochastle the mouldering lines	A
Where Rome the Empress of the world	N2
Of yore her eagle wings unfurl'd	N2
And here his course the Chieftain staid	O2
Threw down his target and his plaid	P2
And to the Lowland warrior said	Q2
Bold Saxon to his promise just	R2
Vich Alpine has discharged his trust	R2
This murderous Chief this ruthless man	S2
This head of a rebellious clan	S2
Hath led thee safe through watch and ward	B2
Far past Clan Alpine's outmost guard	T2
Now man to man and steel to steel	A
A Chieftain's vengeance thou shalt feel	A
See here all vantageless I stand	F
Arm'd like thyself with single brand	F
For this is Coilantogle ford	B2
And thou must keep thee with thy sword XIII	A
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The Saxon paused I ne'er delay'd	O2
When foeman bade me draw my blade	O2
Nay more brave Chief I vow'd thy death	U2
Yet sure thy fair and generous faith	V2
And my deep debt for life preserved	W2
A better meed have well deserved	W2
Can nought but blood our feud atone	V
Are there no means No Stranger none	I
And hear to fire thy flagging zeal	A
The Saxon cause rests on thy steel	A
For thus spoke Fate by prophet bred	Q2
Between the living and the dead	Q2
'Who spills the foremost foeman's life	F2
His party conquers in the strife '	-
Then by my word the Saxon said	Q2
The riddle is already read	Q2
Seek yonder brake beneath the cliff	F2
There lies Red Murdoch stark and stiff	F2
Thus Fate has solved her prophecy	A
Then yield to Fate and not to me	A
To James at Stirling let us go	A
When if thou wilt be still his foe	A
Or if the King shall not agree	A
To grant thee grace and favour free	A
I plight mine honour oath and word	A2
That to thy native strengths restored	B2
With each advantage shalt thou stand	F
That aids thee now to guard thy land XIV	A
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Dark lightning flash'd from Roderick's eye	A
Soars thy presumption then so high	A
Because a wretched kern ye slew	A
Homage to name to Roderick Dhu	E2
He yields not he to man nor Fate	X2
Thou add'st but fuel to my hate	X2
My clansman's blood demands revenge	Y2
Not yet prepared By heaven I change	Z2
My thought and hold thy valour light	A3
As that of some vain carpet knight	A3
Who ill deserved my courteous care	P
And whose best boast is but to wear	P
A braid of his fair lady's hair	P
I thank thee Roderick for the word	A2
It nerves my heart it steels my sword	B2
For I have sworn this braid to stain	J2
In the best blood that warms thy vein	J2
Now truce farewell and ruth begone	J2
Yet think not that by thee alone	J2
Proud Chief can courtesy be shown	J2
Though not from copse or heath or cairn	J2
Start at my whistle clansmen stern	J2
On this small horn one feeble blast	B3
Would fearful odds against thee cast	B3
But fear not doubt not which thou wilt	C3
We try this quarrel hilt to hilt	C3
Then each at once his falchion drew	A
Each on the ground his scabbard threw	A
Each look'd to sun and stream and plain	J2
As what they ne'er might see again	J2
Then foot and point and eye opposed	D3
In dubious strife they darkly closed XV	A
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Ill fared it then with Roderick Dhu	E2
That on the field his targe he threw	A
Whose brazen studs and tough bull hide	M
Had death so often dash'd aside	M
For train'd abroad his arms to wield	E3
Fitz James's blade was sword and shield	E3
He practised every pass and ward	B2
To thrust to strike to feint to guard	T2
While less expert though stronger far	F3
The Gael maintain'd unequal war	Q
Three times in closing strife they stood	S
And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood	G2
No stinted draught no scanty tide	M
The gushing flood the tartans dyed	M
Fierce Roderick felt the fatal drain	J2
And shower'd his blows like wintry rain	J2
And as firm rock or castle roof	A
Against the winter shower is proof	A
The foe invulnerable still	A
Foil'd his wild rage by steady skill	A
Till at advantage ta'en his brand	F
Forced Roderick's weapon from his hand	F
And backward borne upon the lea	A
Brought the proud Chieftain to his knee XVI	A
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