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| YE loyal Macdonalds, awaken! awaken! | |
| Why sleep ye so soundly in face of the foe? | |
| The clouds pass away, and the morning is breaking; | |
| But when will awaken the Sons of Glencoe? | |
| They lay down to rest with their thoughts on the morrow, | 5 |
| Nor dreamt that life’s visions were melting like snow; | |
| But daylight has dawned in the silence of sorrow, | |
| And ne’er shall awaken the Sons of Glencoe. | |
| O, dark was the moment that brought to our shealing | |
| The black-hearted foe with his treacherous smile. | 10 |
| We gave him our food with a brother’s own feeling; | |
| For then we believed there was truth in Argyle. | |
| The winds howl a warning, the red lightning flashes, | |
| We heap up our fagots a welcome to show; | |
| But traitors are brooding on death near the ashes | 15 |
| Now cold on the hearths of the Sons of Glencoe. | |
| My clansmen, strike boldly,—let none of ye count on | |
| The mercy of cowards who wrought us such woe; | |
| The wail of their spirits, when heard on the mountain, | |
| Must surely awaken the Sons of Glencoe. | 20 |
| Ah! cruel as adders, ye stung them while sleeping; | |
| But vengeance shall track ye wherever ye go. | |
| Our loved ones lie murdered; no sorrow nor weeping | |
| Shall ever awaken the Sons of Glencoe. | |
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