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Sound the fife and cry the slogan	A
Let the pibroch shake the air	B
With its wild triumphal music	C
Worthy of the freight we bear	B
Let the ancient hills of Scotland	D
Hear once more the battle song	E
Swell within their glens and valleys	F
As the clansmen march along	E
Never from the field of combat	G
Never from the deadly fray	H
Was a nobler trophy carried	I
Than we bring with us to day	H
Never since the valiant Douglas	J
On his dauntless bosom bore	K
Good King Robert's heart the priceless	J
To our dear Redeemer's shore	K
Lo we bring with us the hero	L
Lo we bring the conquering Gr me	M
Crowned as best beseems a victor	N
From the altar of his fame	O
Fresh and bleeding from the battle	P
Whence his spirit took its flight	Q
Midst the crashing charge of squadrons	R
And the thunder of the fight	Q
Strike I say the notes of triumph	S
As we march o'er moor and lea	M
Is there any here will venture	N
To bewail our dead Dundee	M
Let the widows of the traitors	T
Weep until their eyes are dim	U
Wail ye may full well for Scotland	D
Let none dare to mourn for him	U
See above his glorious body	M
Lies the royal banner's fold	V
See his valiant blood is mingled	W
With its crimson and its gold	V
See how calm he looks and stately	M
Like a warrior on his shield	X
Waiting till the flush of morning	Y
Breaks along the battle field	X
See Oh never more my comrades	Z
Shall we see that falcon eye	A2
Redden with its inward lightning	Y
As the hour of fight drew nigh	A2
Never shall we hear the voice that	G
Clearer than the trumpet's call	B2
Bade us strike for King and Country	M
Bade us win the field or fall	B2
On the heights of Killiecrankie	Y
Yester morn our army lay	H
Slowly rose the mist in columns	C2
From the river's broken way	H
Hoarsely roared the swollen torrent	D2
And the pass was wrapped in gloom	E2
When the clansmen rose together	N
From their lair amidst the broom	E2
Then we belted on our tartans	C2
And our bonnets down we drew	F2
And we felt our broadswords' edges	C2
And we proved them to be true	F2
And we prayed the prayer of soldiers	C2
And we cried the gathering cry	A2
And we clasped the hands of kinsmen	A
And we swore to do or die	A2
Then our leader rode before us	C2
On his war horse black as night	Q
Well the Cameronian rebels	C2
Knew that charger in the fight	Q
And a cry of exultation	A
From the bearded warriors rose	C2
For we loved the house of Claver'se	C2
And we thought of good Montrose	C2
But he raised his hand for silence	C2
'Soldiers I have sworn a vow	G2
Ere the evening star shall glisten	A
On Schehallion's lofty brow	G2
Either we shall rest in triumph	S
Or another of the Graemes	C2
Shall have died in battle harness	C2
For his Country and King James	C2
Think upon the Royal Martyr	N
Think of what his race endure	H2
Think on him whom butchers murder'd	I2
On the field of Magus Muir	H2
By his sacred blood I charge ye	M
By the ruin'd hearth and shrine	A
By the blighted hopes of Scotland	D
By your injuries and mine	A
Strike this day as if the anvil	P
Lay beneath your blows the while	J2
Be they Covenanting traitors	C2
Or the brood of false Argyle	J2
Strike and drive the trembling rebels	C2
Backwards o'er the stormy Forth	K2
Let them tell their pale Convention	A
How they fared within the North	K2
Let them tell that Highland honour	H2
Is not to be bought nor sold	V
That we scorn their Prince's anger	H2
As we loathe his foreign gold	V
Strike and when the fight is over	H2
If ye look in vain for me	M
Where the dead are lying thickest	L2
Search for him that was Dundee '	M2
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Loudly then the hills re echoed	N2
With our answer to his call	B2
But a deeper echo sounded	O2
In the bosoms of us all	B2
For the lands of wide Breadalbane	A
Not a man who heard him speak	Y
Would that day have left the battle	P
Burning eye and flushing cheek	Y
Told the clansmen's fierce emotion	A
And they harder drew their breath	P2
For their souls were strong within them	Q2
Stronger than the grasp of death	P2
Soon we heard a challenge trumpet	R2
Sounding in the pass below	L
And the distant tramp of horses	C2
And the voices of the foe	L
Down we crouched amid the bracken	A
Till the Lowland ranks drew near	H2
Panting like the hounds in summer	H2
When they scent the stately deer	H2
From the dark defile emerging	Y
Next we saw the squadrons come	S2
Leslie's foot and Leven's troopers	C2
Marching to the tuck of drum	S2
Through the scattered wood of birches	C2
O'er the broken ground and heath	T2
Wound the long battalion slowly	M
Till they gained the field beneath	T2
Then we bounded from our covert	U2
Judge how looked the Saxons then	A
When they saw the rugged mountain	A
Start to life with arm d men	A
Like a tempest down the ridges	C2
Swept the hurricane of steel	V2
Rose the slogan of Macdonald	W
Flashed the broadsword of Locheill	V2
Vainly sped the withering volley	V2
'Mongst the foremost of our band	W2
On we poured until we met them	Q2
Foot to foot and hand to hand	W2
Horse and man went down like drift wood	X2
When the floods are black at Yule	V2
And their carcasses are whirling	Y
In the Garry's deepest pool	V2
Horse and man went down before us	C2
Living foe there tarried none	A
On the field of Killiecrankie	Y
When that stubborn fight was done	A
	-
And the evening star was shining	Y
On Schehallion's distant head	Y2
When we wiped our bloody broadswords	C2
And returned to count the dead	Y2
There we found him gashed and gory	V2
Stretch'd upon the cumbered plain	A
As he told us where to seek him	U
In the thickest of the slain	A
And a smile was on his visage	Z2
For within his dying ear	H2
Pealed the joyful note of triumph	S
And the clansmen's clamorous cheer	H2
So amidst the battle's thunder	H2
Shot and steel and scorching flame	O
In the glory of his manhood	X2
Passed the spirit of the Gr me	V2
Open wide the vaults of Athol	V2
Where the bones of heroes rest	A3
Open wide the hallowed portals	C2
To receive another guest	A3
Last of Scots and last of freemen	A
Last of all that dauntless race	C2
Who would rather die unsullied	I
Than outlive the land's disgrace	C2
O thou lion hearted warrior	H2
Reck not of the after time	B3
Honour may be deemed dishonour	H2
Loyalty be called a crime	B3
Sleep in peace with kindred ashes	C2
Of the noble and the true	H2
Hands that never failed their country	H2
Hearts that never baseness knew	H2
Sleep and till the latest trumpet	R2
Wakes the dead from earth and sea	H2
Scotland shall not boast a braver	H2
Chieftain than our own Dundee	H2

William Edmondstoune Aytoun

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