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Gathering Song of Donald the Black

Written by: Sir Walter Scott | Biography
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 Pibroch of Donuil Dhu 
Pibroch 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.
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.
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.
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! 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!