Mingled woman’s voice and man’s;
“God be praised!—the March of Havelock!
The piping of the clans!”
Louder, nearer, [fierce as vengeance],
Sharp and shrill as swords at strife,
Came the wild MacGregor’s clan-call,
Stinging all the air to life.
But when the far-off dust-cloud
To plaided legions grew,
Full tenderly and blithesomely