Where the clansmen through death-cloud and thunder

Go over at dawn.

In the strength of the hills and the heather,

With the salt of the sea in their blood,

They sweep from the trenches together

With the force of an onrushing flood;

Like the billows that beat upon Moidart

When gales from the Hobrides blow,

Like a storm on the mountains of Knoidart

They burst on the foe.