MacGregor's Gathering

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 vorest, 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 Crag-Royston like icicles melt,Ere our wrongs be forgot, or the vengeance unfelt!Then gather, gather, gather Grigalach!Gather, gather, gather, &c.