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The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, |
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And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day; |
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Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew, |
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Must be heard but by night in our vengeful haloo! |
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Then haloo, haloo, haloo, |
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Grigalach! |
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If they rob us of name, and pursue us with beagles, |
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Give their roofs to the flame, and their flesh to the eagles! |
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Then gather, gather, gather, |
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Grigalach! |
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Gather, gather, gather, |
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Grigalach! |
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While there's leaves in the forest, and foam on the river, |
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MacGregor, despite them, shall flourish for ever! |
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Glen Orchy's proud mountains, |
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Coalchuirn and her towers, |
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Glenstrae and |
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Glenlyon no longer are ours; |
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We're landless, landless, landless, |
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Grigalach! |
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Landless, landless, landless, |
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Grigalach! |
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Through the depths of |
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Loch Katrine the steed shall career, |
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O'er the peak of |
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Ben-Lomond the galley shall steer, |
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And the rocks of |
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Craig-Royston like icicles melt, |
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Ere our wrongs be forgot, or our vengeance unfelt! |
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Then haloo, haloo, |
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Grigalach! |
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If they rob us of name, and pursue us with beagles, |
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Give their roofs to the flame, and their flesh to the eagles! |
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Then gather, gather, gather, |
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Grigalach! |
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Gather, gather, gather, |
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Grigalach!. |
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While there's leaves in the forest, and foam on the river, |
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MacGregor, despite them, shall flourish for ever! |
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Then gather, gather, gather, |
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Grigalach! |
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Gather, gather, gather, |
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Grigalach! |
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Gather, gather, gather, &c. |
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Gather, gather, gather, |
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Grigalach! |
