THE HIGHLAND BRIGADE
See there they charge, each rugged form
Sweeps o'er the field a battle storm -
Our Highland brave brigade.
The bravest foemen break and reel
Before their line of flashing steel,
And stately martial tread.
A noble tale of martial dash
Where steel on steel ring our and clash,
Each honest Scot, thank Willie Grahame*
His book no feeble scroll of fame,
But fame that cannot die.
A mystic charm the tartan holds;
We love its waving, graceful folds
In kilt or belted plaid.
The stirring peal of Piob Mhor**
And grand romance of Highland lore
From mem'ry cannot fade.
* The author's nom de plume.
** Great pipe
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