The literature of the Highlanders

by Nigel MacNeill

To-morrow will startle and grieve you

With the axe, the axe.

A red blazing torch in each dwelling—

The axe, the axe;

Your goods plundered, your captured wives yelling—

The axe, the axe.

Fleeing, and cursing, and wailing—

The knife, knife;

The girth of your knees shall be failing

For the knife, knife,