This page needs to be proofread.
LVIII
PIBROCH
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 mountains 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 uninterred,
The bride at the altar; I^eave the deer, leave the steer,
Ix:ave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear,
Broadswords and targes.
�� �
