The 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, Grigalach,
Our signal from 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.
Glen Orch’s proud mountains, Coalchuim and her towers,
Glenstrae and Glenlyon no longer are ours;
We’re landless, landless, landless, Grigalach!
Landless, landless, landless, Grigalach.
But doom’d and devoted by vassel and lord,
MacGregor has still both his heart and his
sword!
Then courage, courage, courage, grigalach!
Courage, courage, courage, Grigalach.
If they rob us of hame, 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, Grigalach.
While there’s leaves in the forest and foam on the river,
MacGregor, despite them, shall flourish forever!
Come then, Grigalach, come then, Grigalach.
Come then, come then, come then, Grigalach.
Through the depths of Loch Katrine, the steed will career,
O’er the peak of Ben Lomond the galley will steer,
And the rocks of Craig-Royston like icicles melt,
Ere our wrongs be forgot or our vengeance unfelt!
Then gather, gather, gather, Grigalach.
Gather, gather, gather, Grigalach.
