I. FAREWELL our Fathers' land, Valley and fountain; Farewell old Scotland's strand, Forest and mountain! Then hush the drum, and hush the flute, And be the stirring bagpipe mute— Such sounds may not with sorrow suit, And fare thee well, Lochaber! II. The plume and plaid no more we'll see, Nor philabeg, nor dirk at knee, Nor even the broad-swords, which Dundee Bade flash at Killiecrankie! Farewell our Fathers' land, &c. III. Now where of yore, on bank and brae, Our loyal clansmen marshall'd gay, Far downward scowls Bennevis grey, On sheep-walks spreading lonely. Farewell our Fathers' land, &c. IV. For now we cross the stormy sea, Ah! never more to look on thee— Nor on thy dun deer, bounding free, From Etive glens to Morven! Farewell our Fathers' land, &c. V. Thy mountain air no more we'll breathe; The household sword shall eat the sheath, While rave the wild winds o'er the heath, Where our grey sires are sleeping! Then farewell our Fathers' land, &c. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITHALAMIUM by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 114 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE END OF IT by FRANCIS THOMPSON THE TWO MASKS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE PEACE: TO HEAVEN ON A BEETLE by ARISTOPHANES |