The Massacre of Glencoe. 3^5
Come they from the shrouded Highlands,
P^very pass, and evei'y nook? Yes! the brave insurgent chieftains
Stream her sides like mountain brook.
See them there in tartan raiment,
In their Highland quilted plaid, — Once the chiefs that warred in Albyu,
Headed every border raid.
Now they bow in proud allegiance
To the throne of William Third ; Yet the breast of each untamed
As the haughty mountain bird.
But the chief of Clan Macdonald,
In the valley of Glencoe, — Will he haste to cross the Cona
Ere December winds shall blow?
He alone of all the chieftains
Had not signed the high decree ; But he hastes to Inverary
Thro' the whirlwinds mad with glee ;
Thro' the passes wild with' beauty,
Thro' the valley of Glencoe ; Hasting on to Inverary
Thro' the storm-blast and the snow ;
Little dreaming, little thinking.
Of the woe that was in store ; But, my Scotland, can I blame thee
Tho' a hundred earls implore?
For the Campbell of Glenlyon,
And the haughty Earl of Stair, All the valley near Loch Leven
Would they turn to mad despair !
All the scence is wild with beauty ;
But. M ic Ian, are you late? For a captain and a viscount
Have foredoomed your bloody fate !
Yes. my Chief ! and thro' the valley,
Near the skirts of Inverness, More than forty Highland corpses
Never more shall need redress !
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