GATHERING SONG OF DONALD THE BLACK
by: Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)
- IBROCH of Donuil Dhu,
- Pibroch 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!
"Gathering Song of Donald the
Black" is reprinted from The Golden Treasury. Ed.
Francis T. Palgrave. London: Macmillan, 1875. |
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