Thy music was lost with the power of the Gael;
The dread inspiration Mac Pherson had boasted
For ever expired in Drummossie’s sad wail.
“On old St. Johnstone’s dark meadow of slaughter
Thy cadences buried the piper’s last breath;
The vanquished escaped amid Tay’s rolling water,
The conqueror’s pibroch was silenced by death.
“That piper is nameless, and lost in like manner
The tribes are forgotten of mighty Clan Quhele;
While Chattan that bears the hill-cat on his banner,