For all the gold, for all the gear,

And all the lands both far and near,

"A maiden's vows," old Callum spoke,
"Are lightly made, and lightly broke;

The heather on the mountain's height
Begins to bloom in purple light;
The frost-wind soon shall sweep away
That lustre deep from glen and brae;
Yet, Nora, ere its bloom be gone,

May blithely wed the Earlie's son."

III.

"The swan," she said, "the lake's clear breast

May barter for the eagle's nest;

The Awe's fierce stream may backward turn,

Ben-Cruaichan fall, and crush Kilchurn,

Our kilted clans, when blood is high,
Before their foes may turn and fly;

But I, were all these marvels done,

Would never wed the Earlie's son."

IV.

Still in the water-lily's shade

Her wonted nest the wild swan made,

Ben-Cruaichan stands as fast as ever,

Still downward foams the Awe's fierce river;

To shun the clash of foeman's steel,

No Highland brogue has turn'd the heel;

But Nora's heart is lost and won,

-She's wedded to the Earlie's son!

MACGREGOR'S GATHERING.

AIR" Thain' a Grigalach.”*

Written for Albyn's Anthology.

These verses are adapted to a very wild, yet lively gathering-tune, used by the MacGregors. The severe treatment of this clan, their outlawry, and the prescription of their very name, are alluded to in the ballad.

THE moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day! Then gather, gather, gather, Gregalach!

Gather, gather, gather, &c.

"The MacGregor is come."

Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew,
Must be heard but by night in our vengeful haloo!

Then haloo, Gregalach! haloo, Gregalach!

Haloo, haloo, haloo, Gregalach, &c.

Glen Orchy's proud mountains, Coalchuirn and her towers,
Glenstrae and Glenlyon no longer are ours:

We're landless, landless, landless, Gregalach!
Landless, landless, landless, &c.

But doom'd and devoted by vassal and lord,
MacGregor has still both his heart and his sword!
Then courage, courage, courage, Gregalach!
Courage, courage, courage, &c.

If they rob us of name, and pursue us with beagles,

Give their roofs to the flame, and their flesh to the eagles!

Then vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Gregalach!
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, &c.

While there's leaves in the forest, and foam on the river,

MacGregor, despite them, shall flourish forever

Come then, Gregalach, come then, Gregalach!

Come then, come then, come then, &c.

Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall

career,

O'er the peak of Ben-Lomond the galley shall steer,
And the rocks of Craig Royston like icicles melt,

Ere our wrongs be forgot, or our vengeance unfelt!

Then gather, gather, gather, Gregalach!

Gather, gather, gather, &c.