SIX thousand veterans practised in war's game, <br />Tried men, at Killicranky were arrayed <br />Against an equal host that wore the plaid, <br />Shepherds and herdsmen.--Like a whirlwind came <br />The Highlanders, the slaughter spread like flame; <br />And Garry, thundering down his mountain-road, <br />Was stopped, and could not breathe beneath the load <br />Of the dead bodies.--'Twas a day of shame <br />For them whom precept and the pedantry <br />Of cold mechanic battle do enslave. <br />O for a single hour of that Dundee, <br />Who on that day the word of onset gave! <br />Like conquest would the Men of England see; <br />And her Foes find a like inglorious grave.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-pass-of-killicranky/
