| Pibroch of Donuil Dhu |
| Pitbroch of Donuil |
| Wake thy wild voice anew, |
| Summon Clan Conuil. |
| Come away, come away, |
| Hark to the summons! |
| Come in your war-array, |
Gentles and commons.
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| Come from deep glen, and |
| From mountain so rocky; |
| The war-pipe and pennon |
| Are at Inverlocky. |
| Come every hill-plaid, and |
| True heart that wears one, |
| Come every steel blade, and |
Strong hand that bears one.
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| Leave untended the herd, |
| The flock without shelter; |
| Leave the corpse uninterr’d, |
| The bride at the altar; |
| Leave the deer, leave the steer, |
| Leave nets and barges: |
| Come with your fighting gear, |
Broadswords and targes.
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| 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.
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| 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 |
Knell for the onset!
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| Sir Walter
Scott | Classic
Poems |
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