184 I-V DONNA DEL L\GO. 



Tliink of Clan- Alpine witli fear and with woe; 

 Lennox and Leven-glen 

 Shake when they hear agen, 



" Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu , ho ! ieroe ! •» 

 Row , vassals , row , for the pride of the Highlands ! 



Stretch to your oars, for the ever-green Pine' 

 01 that the rose-bud that graces yon islands. 



Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine! 

 O that some seedling gem, 

 Worthy such noble stem , 



Honour d and bless'd in their shadow might grow! 

 Loud should Clan-Alpine then 

 Ring from her deepmost glen , 



It Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu , ho ! ieroe f » 



With all her joyful female band. 



Had Lady Margaret sought the strand. 



Loose on the breeze their tresses flew , 



And high their snowy arms they threw, 



As echoing back with shrill acclaim , 



And chorus wild , the Chieftain's name ; 



While , prompt to please , with mother's art , 



The darling passion of his heart. 



The Dame call'd Ellen to the strand , 



To greet her kinsman ere he land ; 



II Come, loiterer, cow.e! a Douglas thou, 



And shun to wreathe a victor's brow? » — 



Reluctanly and slow , the maid 



The unwelcome summoning obey'd , 



And , when a distant bugle rung , 



In the mid-path aside she sprung: — • 



• < List. AUan-hane! From main-land cast, 



