THE PIBROCH.
Hear ye not the skirling pibroch, .Far across the misty moor? Do ye hear it as our fathers Heard, it in the days of yore? As they heard it, fierce, undaunted, When they faced tho Saxon fee, Ever where the strife was wildest, Sternly giving blow for blow. As they heard it on the mountain, With its piercing note of woe; When the slain were carried homeward By their comrades pacing slow. Shall not Scotia's children's children Hear the pibroch skirling high, Gather round her ancient standard, Raise anew the battle cry? Land of heroes, famed in story, Never shall thy freedom fall While a Highland heart can answer To the pibroch's stirring call. —Eoid LyNDOST.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3275, 20 December 1916, Page 63
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118THE PIBROCH. Otago Witness, Issue 3275, 20 December 1916, Page 63
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