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