In the wilds and waves they slumber,
Deep they slumber in the deserts,
Rise they from graves for me,
Graves where they lay forgotten,
Shades of the brave for me.
Yet my soul is veiled in sadness,
For I see them fall and perish,
Strewing the hills for me,
Claiming the world in dying,
Bought with their blood for me.
Hear the grey, old, Northern Mother,
Blessing now her dying children,—
God keep you safe for me,
Christ watch you in your sleeping,
Where ye have died for me!
And when God’s own slogan soundeth,
All the dead world’s dust awaking,
Ah, will ye look for me?
Bravely we’ll stand together
I and my sons with me.
Lauchlan MacLean Watt.