“Through battle, rout, and reel,
Through storm of shot, and hedge of steel,
Led the grandson of Lochiel,
The valiant Fassifern.
Through steel and shot he leads no more,
Low laid ’mid friend’s and foemen’s gore;
But long his native lake’s wild shore,
And Sunart rough, and wild Ardgour,
And Morven long shall tell;
And proud Ben Nevis hear with awe,