The men were determined—their steeds they were strong,
And eager for plunder they pranced along;
The clang of their weapons rung loud on the dale,
And their helmet-plumes waving aloft an the gale.
Beholdst thou the beacon-light gleaming afar,
On misty Glenbennan, the signal of war?
Bengairn and Caerlochan their blazes display,
And they warn the bold spearmen of Fair Galloway.
But the damsels of Esk and of Annan may mourn,