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The moon's on
the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
And the Clan
has a name that is nameless by day;
Then gather,
gather, gather, Grigalach!
Gather, gather, gather,
&c.
Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we
drew,
Must be heard but by night in our vengeful
haloo!
Then haloo, Grigalach! haloo, Grigalach!
Haloo, haloo, haloo, Grigalach, &c.
Glen Orchy's
proud mountains, Coalchuirn and her towers,
Glenstrae
and Glenlyon no longer are ours;
We're landless,
landless, landless, Grigalach!
Landless, landless,
landless, &c.
But doom'd and devoted by vassal
and lord.
MacGregor has still both his heart and his
sword!
Then courage, courage, courage, Grigalach!
Courage, courage, courage, &c.
If they rob us of
name, and pursue us with beagles,
Give their roofs to
the flame, and their flesh to the eagles!
Then
vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Grigalach!
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, &c.
While
there's leaves in the forest, and foam on the river,
MacGregor, despite them, shall flourish for ever!
Come then, Grigalach, come then, Grigalach,
Come
then, come then, come then, &c.
Through the
depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall career,
O'er
the peak of Ben-Lomond the galley shall steer,
And
the rocks of Craig-Royston like icicles melt,
Ere our
wrongs be forgot, or our vengeance unfelt!
Then
gather, gather, gather, Grigalach!
Gather, gather,
gather, &c.
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