American Old Time Song Lyrics: 09 Macgregors Gathering
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 9
MACGREGORS GATHERING.
The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
And the clan has a name that is nameless by day;
Our signal for fight, which from monarchs we drew.
Must be heard but by night in our vengeful haloo;
Then haloo, haloo, haloo, Gregalach.
If they rob us of name, and pursue us with beagles,
Give their roofs to the flame, and their flesh to the eagles;
Then gather, gather, gather, gather, gather, gather, gather,
Wbile there's leaves in the forest and foam on the river;
Macgrego>r, despite them, shall flourish forever.
Glenorchy's proud mountain, Colchurn and her towers.
Glen Strae and Glenlyon no longer are ours ;
We're landless, landless, landless, Gregaloah, landless, landless, landless.
Through the depths of Loch Katrine, the steed shall career,
O'er the peak of Benlomond the galley shall steer,
And the rocks of Craig Royston, like icicles melt.
Ere our wrongs be forgot, or our vengeance unfelt.
Then haloo, haloo, haloo, Gregalach.