Where the proud stag stamps the ground,
And stands at bay,” MacLuy said,
“I hear my sweetest sound.”
Then Fingal said, “My music is
The banner’s fluttering fold,
When winds blow free, and the brave I see
Beneath its streaming gold.”
Alas! alas! my sweetest sound
Was once in Fingall’s hall;
To hear bards sing and heroes speak,