Far, far better be with Gregor where the heather’s in its prime,
Than with mean and Lowland barons in a house of stone and lime, &c.
Other Macgregor Songs of the same era are “Macgregor O Ruara” and “The Braes of the Ceathach.” Macgregor O Ruara begins thus:—
There is sorrow, and sorrow, and sorrow now fills me—
Poor pitiful sorrow no man can redress;
It is sorrow and sighing, and sadness that thrills me—
Oh! terrible sadness I cannot repress.
Macgregor has perished—Macgregor, pine-bannered—
Macgregor, beloved in Glenlyon the green;
Macgregor, the brave, by whose foes ever honoured