The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, <br />And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day; <br />Then gather, gather, gather Grigalach! <br />Gather, gather, gather Grigalach! <br /> <br />Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew, <br />Must be heard but by night in our vengeful haloo! <br />Then haloo, Grigalach! haloo, Grigalach! <br />Haloo, haloo, haloo, Grigalach! <br /> <br />Glen Orchy's proud mountains, Coalchuirn and her towers, <br />Glenstrae and Glenlyon no longer are ours; <br />We're landless, landless, landless, Grigalach! <br />Landless, landless, landless, Grigalach! <br /> <br />But doom'd and devoted by vassal and lord, <br />MacGregor has still both his heart and his sword! <br />Then courage, courage, courage, Grigalach! <br />Courage, courage, courage, Grigalach! <br /> <br />If they rob us of name, and pursue us with beagles, <br />Give their roofs to the flame, and their flesh to the eagles! <br />Then vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Grigalach! <br />Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Grigalach! <br /> <br />While there's leaves in the forest, and foam on the river, <br />MacGregor despite them, shall flourish for ever! <br />Come then Grigalach, come then Grigalach, <br />Come then, come then, come then Grigalach! <br /> <br />Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall career, <br />O'er the peak of Ben Lomond the galley shall steer, <br />The rocks of Craig-Royston like icicles melt, <br />Ere our wrongs be forgot, or our vengeance unfelt! <br />Then gather, gather, gather Grigalach! <br />Gather, gather, gather Grigalach!<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/macgregor-s-gathering/
