The pibroch is borne adown the wind,
The tones on the breezes quiver;
’Neath the tread of battalions that hurry along
Afar the plains do shiver.”
Compare the above with the corresponding verses from Robert Lowell’s fine poem:—
“The Highlanders! O dinna ye hear
The slogan far awa?
The MacGregors? Ah! I ken it weel;
It’s the grandest of them a’.
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