Macleod waved high the fairy flag;
H is foemen reeled back at the sight;
For in their cruel eyes there danced
Great spots and bars of golden light.
There came a twang o' pearly harp,
There came a lilting loud and sweet;
And Macleod's foemen turned and fled,
The hills all rang with flying feet.
Macleod furled close the fairy flag:
"Ye've served me twice in blessed stead,