Scott's Lady of the Lake

by Walter Scott

See the proud pipers on the bow,

And mark the gaudy streamers[122] flow

From their loud chanters down, and sweep

The furrow’d bosom of the deep,

As, rushing through the lake amain,

They plied the ancient Highland strain.

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Ever, as on they bore, more loud

And louder rung the pibroch proud.

At first the sound, by distance tame,