HEATHER LAYS. 



O voices of heroes long vanished, 



Ye live, overcoming the tomb ; 

 While lingers the music of Ossian 



Round hills where the heather doth bloom. 



Where glances the light on the waters 



That dash bewixt Mull and Lismore, 



The long-ships of Hako went flashing 

 The raven to battle that bore. 



O valiant offspring of Odin ! 



The drop of your blood that's in me 

 Still fires at the thought of the prowess 



That made you the Kings of the Sea. 



Beneath yonder slope good King Robert, 



When the brooch from his shoulder was torn, 



Cut his way through the pass, while he reddened 

 With the blood of the clansmen of Lorn. 



O conquering sword of King Robert! 



How good to have followed with thee 

 To strike a strong blow for old Scotland, 



The day that she rose to be free. 



The wind from the heights of Glen Etive 

 Comes laden with voices of woe 



'Tis the dirge that forever and ever 



Is borne from the depths of Glencoe. 

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