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No more to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp of Para swells;
The chord alone, that breaks at night,
It's tale of ruin tells:
Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes,
The only throb she gives,
Is when some heart indignant breaks,
To show that still she lives.
DONALD M'DONALD.
My name it is Donald M'Dnnald,
I live in the Highlands sae grand;
I’ve followed our banners, and will do,
Wharever my maker has land.
Whan rankit amang the blue bannets,
Nae danger can fear me ava;
I ken that my brethren around me
Are either to conquer or fa’.
Brogues and brochen, and a’,
Brochen and brogues, and a',
And is na she very weel aff,
Wha has brogues and brochen, and a'.
Last year we were wonderfu’ canty,
Our friends and our country to see;
But since the proud Corsican’s vauntie,
We'll meet him by land or by sea.
Whanever a clan is disloyal,
Wharever our king has a foe,
