Of ardour to the field of fight,
Beneath that proud, unconquered shred
Of ancient fame the Gaels were led;—
With those broad brands ye did unsheathe
Ye left destruction, groans, and death;—
Ye from the land of hill and flood
Heroic thus the foe withstood;
And from those rocky heights of woe,
Ye swept disgraced that host of snow.
They trembled as they saw with dread