Though the sons of Duart wandered from the valleys of their sires, There's a halo round the mountain peak that never more expires ; For the memory of the morning of the heart is ever true, As the hills of Mull and Morven, gleaming o'er the waters blue.
Chorus. So we gather, gather, gather, Like the sons of loyal men, We rally round the banner Of old Duart's house again.
On the field of red Culloden we were midst the foremost there, When the slogan of the Islemen rent the sultry battle air, Well the Hanoverian horsemen knew the valour and the might Of the children of Clan Gillean in the grappling ranks of fight.
Chorus. So we gather, gather, gather, etc.
And on lonely Killiecrankie, when the onset word was given, And the soul of Graham was wafted through the distant throbbing heaven, Oh, we tore adown the Garry's banks like torrents from our snows, And the claymore of Clan Gillean cleft the glory of her foes.
Chorus. So we gather, gather, gather, etc.
And when the blood on Sheriffmuir was pouring forth like rain, The heather-bell was deeper red for blood of the Maclean; Wherever men were gathered, in the starkest hour of strife, The sons of Duart freely flung away, for truth, their life.
Chorus. So we gather, gather, gather, etc.
Never pibroch sounded battle, but the foemen saw our plaid, Never heroes lay in carnage, but our brothers there were laid, Never foe returned to face us, never clansman fled the field, Never threat of foe or tyrant made the sons of Duart yield. Chorus. So we gather, gather, gather, etc.
And though lonely Mull and Morven slumber far across the distant waves, And thel onely sea is sobbing by the clansmen's sleeping graves, We are ready, ever ready, to obey our country's call, To do battle like our fathers, like our fathers, too, to fall.
Chorus. So we gather, gather, gather, Like the sons of loyal men, We rally round the banner Of old Duart's house again.
Though the sons of Duart wandered from the valleys of their sires,
ReplyDeleteThere's a halo round the mountain peak that never more expires ;
For the memory of the morning of the heart is ever true,
As the hills of Mull and Morven, gleaming o'er the waters blue.
Chorus. So we gather, gather, gather,
Like the sons of loyal men,
We rally round the banner
Of old Duart's house again.
On the field of red Culloden we were midst the foremost there,
When the slogan of the Islemen rent the sultry battle air,
Well the Hanoverian horsemen knew the valour and the might
Of the children of Clan Gillean in the grappling ranks of fight.
Chorus. So we gather, gather, gather, etc.
And on lonely Killiecrankie, when the onset word was given,
And the soul of Graham was wafted through the distant throbbing heaven,
Oh, we tore adown the Garry's banks like torrents from our snows,
And the claymore of Clan Gillean cleft the glory of her foes.
Chorus. So we gather, gather, gather, etc.
And when the blood on Sheriffmuir was pouring forth like rain,
The heather-bell was deeper red for blood of the Maclean;
Wherever men were gathered, in the starkest hour of strife,
The sons of Duart freely flung away, for truth, their life.
Chorus. So we gather, gather, gather, etc.
Never pibroch sounded battle, but the foemen saw our plaid,
Never heroes lay in carnage, but our brothers there were laid,
Never foe returned to face us, never clansman fled the field,
Never threat of foe or tyrant made the sons of Duart yield.
Chorus. So we gather, gather, gather, etc.
And though lonely Mull and Morven slumber far across the distant waves,
And thel onely sea is sobbing by the clansmen's sleeping graves,
We are ready, ever ready, to obey our country's call,
To do battle like our fathers, like our fathers, too, to fall.
Chorus. So we gather, gather, gather,
Like the sons of loyal men,
We rally round the banner
Of old Duart's house again.