Pibroch of Donuil Dhu <br />Pibroch of Donuil <br />Wake thy wild voice anew, <br />Summon Clan Conuil! <br />Come away, come away, <br />Hark to the summons! <br />Come in your war-array, <br />Gentles and commons. <br /> <br />Come from deep glen, and <br />From mountain so rocky; <br />The war-pipe and pennon <br />Are at Inverlocky. <br />Come every hill-plaid, and <br />True heart that wears one, <br />Come every steel blade, and <br />Strong hand that bears one. <br /> <br />Leave untended the herd, <br />The flock without shelter; <br />Leave the corpse uninterr’d, <br />The bride at the altar; <br />Leave the deer, leave the steer, <br />Leave nets and barges: <br />Come with your fighting gear, <br />Broadswords and targes. <br /> <br />Come as the winds come, when <br />Forests are rended, <br />Come as the waves come, when <br />Navies are stranded: <br />Faster come, faster come, <br />Faster and faster, <br />Chief, vassal, page and groom, <br />Tenant and master! <br /> <br />Fast they come, fast they come; <br />See how they gather! <br />Wide waves the eagle plume <br />Blended with heather. <br />Cast your plaids, draw your blades, <br />Forward each man set! <br />Pibroch of Donuil Dhu <br />Knell for the onset!<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gathering-song-of-donald-the-black/
