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OUR FAMILIAR SONGS. |
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Proudly our pibroch has thrilled in Glen Fruin,
And Banochar's groans to our slogan replied; Glen Luss and Ross-dhu, they are smoking in ruin, And the best of Loch Lomond lie dead on her side.
Widow and Saxon maid, Long shall lament our raid, Think of Clan-Alpine with fear and with woe; Lennox and Leven-glen Shake when they hear again, " Roderick Vich Alpine dhu, ho! iero!" |
Row, vassals, row, for the pride of the High-ands, Stretch to your oars, for the evergreen Pine ! Oh, that the rosebud that graces yon island, Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine!
Oh ! that some seedling gem Worthy such noble stem, Honored and blest in their shadow might grow I Loud should clan Alpine then Ring from her deepest glen, "Roderick Vich Alpine dhu, ho! iero!" |
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