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Yet live there still who can remember well,
 How, when a mountain chief his bugle blew,
Both field and forest, dingle, cliff, and dell,
 And solitary heath, the signal knew,
And fast the faithful clan around him drew,
 What time the warning note was keenly wound,
What time aloft their kindred banner flew,
 While clamorous war-pipes yelled the gathering sound,
And while the Fiery Cross glanced, like a meteor, round.

II.
The summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Loch-Katrine blue;
Mildly and soft the western breeze
Just kissed the lake, just stirred the trees,
And the pleased lake, like maiden coy,
Trembled but dimpled not for joy;
The mountain shadows on her breast
Were neither broken nor at rest;