A mingled echo gave;
The Saxons shout, their mate to cheer,
The helpless females scream for fear,
And yells for rage the mountaineer.
’Twas then, as by the outcry riven,
Pour’d down at once the lowering heaven;
A whirlwind swept Loch Katrine’s breast,
Her billows rear’d their snowy crest.
Well for the swimmer swell’d they high,
To mar the Highland marksman’s eye;