1.
Fhairshon swore a feud Against the clan M,Tavish; Marched into their land To murder and to rafish; For he did resolve To extirpate the vipers, With four-and-twenty men And five-and-thirty pipers.
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
2.
Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid!
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
3.
Give me but one hour of Scotland, Let me see it ere I die.
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
4.
The earth is all the home I have, the heavens my wide roof-tree
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
5.
He is coming! He is coming! Like a bridegroom from his room, Came the hero from his prison To the scaffold and the doom.
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
6.
Fhairshon had a son,
Who married Noah's daughter,
And nearly spoil'd to Flood,
By trinking up ta water:
Which he would have done,
I at least believe it,
Had ta mixture peen
Only half Glenlivet.
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
7.
They bore within their breasts the grief That fame can never heal- That deep, unutterable woe Which none save exiles feel.
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
8.
Do not lift him from the bracken, Leave him lying where he fell- Better bier ye cannot fashion: None beseems him half so well As the bare and broken heather, And the hard and trampled sod, Whence his angry soul ascended To the judgment seat of God!
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
