(An excerpt from) The Eve of Waterloo
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
circa 1812
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And wild and high the "Cameron's
Gathering" rose!
The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills
Have heard - and heard too, have her Saxon foes: -
How, in the noon of night, that pibroch thrills,
Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills
Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers
With the fierce native daring, which instils
The stirring memory of a thousand years;
And Ewen's, Donald's fame, rings in each clansman's ears! |
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