Scott's Lady of the Lake

by Walter Scott

Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow;

Menteith and Breadalbane,[127] then,

Echo his praise agen,

“Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!”

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Proudly our pibroch has thrill’d in Glen Fruin,[128]

And Bannochar’s[129] groans to our slogan[130] replied;

Glen Luss[131] and Ross-dhu,[132] they are smoking in ruin,

And the best of Loch Lomond lie dead on her side.