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Donal Campbell

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LL     —Donal' Bane—sailed away across the

With the tartans of Clan     Gordon, to the Indies'     distant shore,

But on Dargai's lonely hill-     side,

Donal' Campbell     met the foeman,

And the glen of

Moray will never see him more!

O! the wailing of the women,

O! the storm of     bitter

Sweeping like the wintry torrent thro' Athol     Moray's

When the black word reached the clansmen,     that young Donal' Bane had

In the red glare of the battle, with the gallant     Gordon men!

Far from home and native sheiling, with the    sun of India o'er

Blazing  down its cruel hatred on the white-     faced men

Stood young Donal' with his comrades, like the     hound of ghostly

Eager, waiting for the summons to leap up     against the foe-Hark! at last! the pipes are pealing out the     welcome Caber

And wild the red blood rushes thro' every     Highland

They breathe the breath of battle, the children     of the Gael,

And fiercely up the hillside, they charge and     charge again-And the grey eye of the Highlands, now is     dark as blackest midnight,

The history of their fathers is written on each     face,

Of border creach and foray, of never yieldong

Of all the memories shrouding a stern uncon-     quered race!

And up the hillside, up the mountain, while     the war-pipes shrilly

Bayonet thrusting, broadsword cleaving, the     Northern soldiers

Till the sun of India saw them victors o' er the     dusky foeman,

For who can stay the Celtic hand when Celtic     blood is hot?

But the corse of many a clansman from the far-     off Scottish Highlands"Mid the rocks of savage Dargai is lying cold     and

With the death-dew on its forehead, and young     Donal' Campbell 's

Bears a deeper stain of purple than the heather     of the hill!

Mourn him!  Mourn him thro' the mountains,     wail him women of Clan Campbell!

Let the Coronach be sounded tii it reach the     Indian

For your beautiful has fallen in the foremost     of the

And the glen of Athol Moray will never see     him more!

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William Henry Drummond

William Henry Drummond (April 13, 1854 – April 6, 1907) was an Irish-born Canadian poet whose humorous dialect poems made him "one of the most p…
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