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Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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MacGregor's Gathering

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Walter Scott·1771–1832·Romanticism
he moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;::Then gather, gather, gather, Grigalach!::Gather, gather, gather, &c. Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew,Must be heard but by night in our vengeful haloo!::Then haloo, Grigalach! haloo, Grigalach!::Haloo, haloo, haloo, Grigalach, &c. Glen Orchy's proud mountains, Coalchuirn and her towers,Glenstrae and Glenlyon no longer are ours;::We're landless, landless, landless, Grigalach!::Landless, landless, landless, &c. But doom'd and devoted by vassal and lord,MacGregor has still both his heart and his sword!::Then courage, courage, courage, Grigalach!::Courage, courage, courage, &c. If they rob us of name, and pursue us with beagles,Give their roofs to the flame, and their flesh to the eagles!::Then vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Grigalach!::Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, &c. While there's leaves in the vorest, and foam on the river,MacGregor, despite them, shall flourish for ever!::Come then, Grigalach, come then, Grigalach,::Come then, come then, come then, &c. Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall career,O'er the peak of Ben-Lomond the galley shall steer,And the rocks of Crag-Royston like icicles melt,Ere our wrongs be forgot, or the vengeance unfelt!::Then gather, gather, gather Grigalach!::Gather, gather, gather, &c.