Each valley, each sequester’d glen,
Muster’d its little horde of men,
That met as torrents from the height
In Highland dales their streams unite,
Still gathering, as they pour along,
A voice more loud, a tide more strong,
Till at the rendezvous they stood
By hundreds prompt for blows and blood;
Each train’d to arms since life began,
Owning no tie but to his clan,