This Narrative is supposed to be addressed by an aged Highlander to his Grandson shortly before the battle of Killiecrankie.
Come hither, Evan Cameron,—
Come stand beside my knee;
I hear the river roaring down
Towards the wintry sea.
There's shouting on the mountain side;
There's war within the blast;
Old faces look upon me,
Old forms go riding past.
I hear the pibrock wailing