PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU SIR WALTER SCOTT. PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu, Wake thy wild voice anew, Come away, come away, Hark to the summons! Come in your war array, Come from deep glen, and The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill plaid, and True heart that wears one; Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one. Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave untended the herd, The flock without shelter; Leave the corpse uninterr❜d, The bride at the altar. Come, as the winds come, when Forests are rended: Come, as the waves come, when Navies are stranded. Faster come, faster come; Faster and faster: Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master! Fast they come, fast they come; See how they gather : Wide waves the eagle plume, Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set; Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Now for the onset! |