The Donean Tourist: giving an account of the battles, castles, gentlemen's seats, families [in the neighbourhood of the Scotch river Don], etc

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THE DONEAN TOURIST: GIVING AN ACCOUNT OF THE BATTLES, CASTLES, GENTLEMEN'S SEATS, FAMILIES, WITH THEIR ORIGIN, ARMORIAL ENSIGNS, BADGES OF DISTINCTION, CAREFULLY SELECTED FROM THE BEST AUTHORITIES ; And interspersed with ANECDOTES, AND ANCIENT NATIONAL BALLADS, &c. &c. &c. The frosty nicht with her prolixit hours, Her mantil quhyt ppred on the tender flowers ; Quhen ardent labour has addressit me, Translate the tale of our progenitours. Thair greit manheid, wisdom, and hie honours, Quhair we may. clair as in a mirrour, see The furious end sometimes of tyrannie, Sometimes the gloir of prudent gorernours. Ilk state apprysit in thair facultie. JEvergreen. BY ALEXANDER LAING^ j*- AUTH0R OF THE CALEDONIAN ITINERARY, ECCENTRIC MAGAZINE, &C, &C. ABERDEEN: PRINTED BY J. BOOTH, JUN. AND SOLD BY THE AUTHOR. 1828.

( Price Ten Shillings and Sixpence Boards.) TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE JAMES OCHONCHAR FORBES, LORD FORBES, OF CASTLE FORBES, BART. LIEUTENANT GENERAL OF HIS MAJESTY'S FORCES, AND COLONEL OF THE 21ST REGT. OF FOOT, OR ROYAL NORTH BRITISH FUSILEERS, &C. &C &C, AS A SLIGHT BUT SINCERE TOKEN OF ADMIRATION OF HIS PHILANTHROPY AND RESPECT FOR HIS TRULY LAUDABLE CHARACTER, AND AS A TESTIMONY OF GRATITUDE FOR HIS LIBERALITY AND FRIENDSHIP, THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED, CUM PERMISSIONE, BY HIS LORDSHIP'S MOST OBESSIANT SERVANT, THE EDITOR.

Preface

. 1 hide and Folly are undoubtedly synonymous terms for a je ne sai quoi passion, winch seizes on tlie minds of men, when they possess or imagine they have any small degree of superiority over any of their fel low mortals, in literature or pecuniary affairs. The common adage has ■marked four degrees of persons seized with this furor, but they should have added a fifth, who has more of the mania than the five. The writer «f doggerel verse, or author of any production whatever, from tlie Right Honourable to the Grub Street Gentlemen inhabiting the spacious eight-foot attic chamber, have quant, stiff", of this folly : And with a loid, an earl's son, up higher yet my bonnet. Iii offering this volume to the public, I can lay no claim to originality, as I am weU aware that the subjects have shone from more eminent pens, and are in the libraries of men of taste.

A compilation of this nature has long been desired by the public, who have not access to the huce volumes from whence many of these extracts are gleaned ; and from these imperfect outlines the ingenious historiographer, by throwing out the dregs, can render to the public a valuable Vade-mecum. Yet, with the imperfections, numerous as they are, I lay it on the stage, open to the critical view, with every Argos' eye they can throw on the pages. Hark ! I hear the critic with stentorian notes and cerberean howl, To intimidate, pour forth their interdictions On all who write. Round every bazaar prowl "With eye malicious. Coning each verse with damning maledictions. With harpied rage they glut the acid bowl, Then mangle and distort stanzas, lines, and interjections. The fact is plain in introit, medium end, Faults oft appear to those who cannot mend.

But I cannot stoop to the hackneyed slang cant phrases of begging the candid reader to be lenient in his judgment, as the writer never tasted the balsamic draughts from the alembic ofthe nursing alma mater, and like a poor menial looking with down-cast eyes before some lordly master, supplicating pardon — for what ? some trifling faux 210s, or a mere nothing. Mankind in general are now disgusted with such mean idioms, and condemn the whole work without farther inspection. I dare not advance that this Volume is clear of errors, au contraire, there are many both holographic and typographic, some of which will VI appear in the errata ; but no man can be offended, if from eacli three hundred lines of nonsense he can find two single lines of sense. In translations, and in heraldry, some errors will appear, and some from traditional reports; and even in standard works, on whom I relied, I found a deception, arising most undoubtedly from their reliance on ora! relation, and ignorance of the country.

One or two repetitions ure in the bodv of the work, owing to my distance from the press, to gether with a few misnomers and dates, mere trifles, considering the number of authors consulted for the thread. The man who thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, and ne'er can be. Iu some few of the clergymen's livings, and schoolmasters' salaries, perhaps some are rather too high, and others rather low, but these I count no errors, as in no case have I risen above the maximum, nor sunk below the minimum ; and were the Legislature but seriously to consider tlie task and labour of parochial schoolmasters in training up voutli in the paths of wisdom, they would look with contempt od the paltry trifle of £16 13s. 4d. with school-fees and other emoluments, which often sink under the pitiful sum of £30 sterling, while at this present æra, some of the Bishops in England revel on a living of £26,970 sterling!!!

O temporal O mores ! Yet small as the sa laries of our Cak-douian doctors are, they cheerfully perform the task assigned them, and many prove an honour to their country and a blessing to the rising generation. With labour hard they earn their scanty store, And ply the oar with Christian heart and will, Then share their pittance cheerful with the poor ; Smiles glad their face, they are contented still. I am well aware that I will have to encounter much vituperation, from whom ? from the cynical critic, to whom nothing can give satis faction — some telling that the historical parts are too prolix, and others that they are too abbreviate — poetry, a genuine speaking picture, is censured and condemned by a few, while others would willingly have had more. But, in all these matters, I have followed the bent of my own inclination, and I hive reaped a fund of amusement, by deviating from the thread ofthe Don, and making mention of some transactions in other places during the same years, which 1 know is extremely grati fying to many of my friends.

In awe of cynics, will man disguise his sentiments ? I dread them not, nor startle at their look ; I'll never bribe with fulsome advertisements ; I spurn them all — and here this little bonk Boasts r.nt perfection, nor futile blandishments; To cozen fools, like rod in aqu.-ous brook, Tim' straight, yet '-rooked seems— how fr.igile is that creature, Ycveped man, the ephemera oi' nature. Another evil will appear conspicuous to some, in a few remarks on the gentlemen of the robe and tonsure; but, (satire apart) arc the clerical gentlemen so pure that they fall under no censure ? — does no superstition lurk beneath the sable robe ? That sacred robe — O dinna tear it. In remote ages, the priest and the soldier were linked together, and mammon's altar smoked with the oblations. The Bishops had their vassals, whom they bound to assemble at their call, in remuneration for the farms they held under their episcopal landlords ; and when his Majesty gave the signal to his troops to take the field, the towering mitre was exchanged for the plummed bonnet, the episcopal robe for the military, and the crosier and stole for the sword — and thus equipped, they entered the camp in van of their corps.

The black fo'k frae Symmie that wear us, Wi' mony braw lang-nebbed words, Shou'd any great danger come near us, Their books they will niffer for swords ; And should the mischieveous birkie Into our dear country but come, They'll cast a' their creeds at their a . . And row de dow follow the drum. Wigs an' cassocks an' a', Missals an' cassocks an' a', They'll cleek up a rusty brown jennet, And thunder the rascal awa'. But in process of time this enrolment was laid aside, and a more regular order was observed, the troops appeared in the field free from sa cerdotal command, and honourably disciplined — and the priest appears now more interested in this subject. " Amant coena recta." I have endeavoured to render this volume interesting, by occasionally throwing in select ancient ballads, anecdotes, epitaphs, and pieces of poetry, so that the mind, when thus relaxed, will return with more ani mation to the historical chain.

In 1655, a quarto edition of the Don, a poem, said to have been written by Mr. Forbes of Brux, appeared in print, with a few historical notes, which was reprinted in 1674, with little or no alteration, and continued in that state until 1796, when the late Schoolmaster of Kemnay added a few more notes, and offered it to the world in a small duodecimo pamphlet, price 4d. which met with great encouragement, so that a second edition appeared in 1798, with more copious notes, price 6d. At the commencement ofthe nineteenth century, or 1814, an octavo copy made its entrance on the stage, which promised fair, from the size of the copy and price, but all was disappointment in the extreme, to find nothing more than was in the 6d. edition. Mr. Buchan of Peterhead printed, in 1819, a small copy, in a miserable condition, from the coarseness of the paper, but it was gladly received.

A Genealogy os the House of Forbes, written in 1580, by Mr- Lumsden of Tullycairn, and continued by Mr. Forbes of Leslie down to 1700, which was given to the world in a typographic garb, wherein a catalogue ofthe illustrious and noble House of Forbes engrosses the pages, but neither date nor anecdote adorn the work. These extracts taken from the above volumes induced me to the compilation of (his vo lume on the History of the river Don, which being made known to some gentlemen in the country, they seemed to approve of the work, qnd generously contributed to the same by books and papers, for which, and in gratitude for such favours, along with my numerous list of sub scribers, I return thanks, and also to those who have promised me aid, from whom I have not, as vet, received any, circumstances having prevented — but this to me has been a, great disappointment.

He awis me nocht that schortly says me nay ; But he that hechts, and causes me attend, Syne gives me not, I may repute him ay, Ane untrue dettor to my lyves end. Evergreen. Sed quisque suqs patimur manes. From the aid already received, the work has swelled beyond my ex pectation, so that a continuation or second volume is eagerly souoht for by many who cannot have access to the voluminous works from which these extracts have been taken ; and those gentlemen have adopted the saying of Pope Ganganelli (Clement XIV.) when a volume is well wrote I admire it, but if under mediocrity I speak with candour, as I am well aware that the author exerted his every power, and all men have not equal talents. Such as it is, it is now offered to the public, and the Editor hopes that it will give satisfaction, and banish tædiutn with all its horrors, which is the earnest wish of, &c. A. L. THE DONEAN TOURIST.

Chapter I

Will ye go to the Highlands, my Mary, And visit our haughs and our glens? There's beauties among the hills o' the Highlands, That braw Lowland lasses ne'er kens. Nicolson. The river Don, the subject of the following sheets, rises in a morass, on the western extremity of Aberdeenshire, sixty one miles from the capital, in the upper part of the parish of Strathdon, a parish, Crathie excepted, the largest in the county, being nearly twenty-eight miles in length, intersec tions excepted, " from east to west, and from five to eight in breadth, from north to south, the valued rent being Is. 6d. Scots." (a) " The grand ridge of hills called the Grampians, which truly forms the most striking picture in the history of Scot land, originate at Greig and Girdle-ness, on the south side ofthe river Dee, and runs with a variety of windings an extent of ninety-nine miles, and reaches Cairn Ealer, on the south west corner of Aberdeenshire ; — descending from this to fan isthmus almost level one-fourth of a mile broad, and sepa rates a branch of the Dee from the river Feshie, and forms t (a) Playsair's Description of Scotland, vol. 2. two grand peninsulas.

A ridge gradually ascends from this to the hill Braeriach, and then abruptly descends to a chasm, and again ascends to the lofty Cairngorum" (b) " or blue mountain, four thousand and sixty feet above the level of the sea. (c) On many of the mountains covering the source of the Dee, and on Cairngorum, are found a variety of gems, topazes, silicious agates, rock chrystals ; and a limped spring called the Marquis of Huntly's well (d) on Cairngorum. " From Cairngorum a ridge descends in gentle gradations on the east of Lake or Loch Morlich to the river Spey ; and then appears another, steeply rising, on the north side of Loch Aven, and ascends lo Beinn-na-bynack, again descend ing on a ridge which gradually trends through a comparatively low country, from which ascending to the Cromdale hill, which runs to the junction ofthe fiver Aven with the Spey.

" A third ridge proceeds from Cairngorum to Beinn-na muich-dhui, Beinn-na-bord, and Beinn-aven, and makes 3 steep declivity to the southern extremity of Lake Bulg, rises to a chain, and forms an elliptical curve round the springs, give rise to the river Don : on the north side of which this chain rises, and after throwing off from it several extensive ridges or chains, and after many grand inflections in the course of seventy miles from Cairn Ealer, it terminates in the Lordship of Strathbogie, at a hill called the Beinn ofLIunllv, near the conflux of the rivers Isla and Doveron, Where Ceres' gifts on labcw-'d furrows grow, And spangled daisies paint the fields below; There lark and linnet charm the solemn shade, And zephyrs sport along the cooler glade, Or shake the ulmari by the river side, While noon-day jubars sparkle on the tide.

" This ridge, from its elliptical curve near Lake Bulg, runs along the south verge of the Don to the hill of Morven, (b) Robertson's Map. (r) Anncsly's Map. (d) Mrs. Murray's Guide to the Beauties of Scotland, vol. *>. whore many ridges spring from it ; it then descends to the Don, and passes the river, and becomes very steep on the north side to the rock on the eastern summit of Beinn-na chie. From Beinn-na-chie a ridge runs westward, on the north side ofthe Don, by the hill of Coreen, descends to an extensive plain, from which a ridge ascends to the Buck of the Cabrach, and returns in a curve to the main chain. These ridges, on the opposite sides of the Don, nearly re semble the figure of an ellipsis, and enclose an extensive district of country, through which the river Don meanders in many beautiful and serpentine windings."

(e) The spring or source of the Don forms a boundary or march to the counties of Aberdeen and Banff, as part ofthe spring Ald-ruah-spinan (the place where the lambs were weaned) falls into the Aven, and the other part falls into the morass called the Vhea Vatch, (the soft mire where cattle sink.) An apparent error appears in the notes of the two last editions ofthe pamphlet called Don, a poem, printed 1798 and 1819, asserting that Don takes its rise in Glenaven. The river Aven originates in Lake Aven, in Gleuaven, at the foot of Beinn-na-aven, a part of the Grampian chain, which mountain separates the countries of Mar and Badenoch. Aven, (the river, it implies no other meaning in the Gaelic or Welsh tongues,) after a long run, falls into the Spey. This majestic current issues also from a lake called Loch Spey, in the southern extremity of Badenoch, " and running in a serpentine form, passes Pitmain, where a ma-. jestic cataract or linn is seen, where the water is thrown over a ledge of rocks in a semi-circular form, dashing to a distance the spumy spray, which again descending in drizzling showers, combines sublimity and grandeur truly picturesque.

Here the Truim falls into the Spey." (/) In this country are many elegant villas, and castle Ruthven, the ancient seat of the Cummings, Lords of Badenoch, which lastly was occupied (/) Sirs. Murray's Guide, vol. 2. (t) Robertson's Slap. as a garrison by government, in 1 745. Near this is Kinrara, belonging to his Grace Alexander, fourth Duke of Gordon*. Here her Grace Lady Jane Maxwell, Duchess of Gordon, was sepultured in 1814. The Spey passes Garviemore, where there is an extensive view down the Strath of Rothiemurchus, with the lofty Cairn gorum in the distance. The current rolls on and passes Castle Grant, and the rock Craigellachie, (rock of alarm.) This rock is the crie du guerre, or war cry of the clan Grant, and their badge of distinction is the Empetrum Nigri, (blackberry bearing heath) : after leaving this rock, the river washes the stupendous Craig Elchies, (improperly called Craigellachie) where stands a cast-iron bridge, of one arch, erected at an expense of .£8000 sterling.

Leaving this and following the stream to Fochabers, another bridge meets the view, having " four arches, two of them are 95 feet in the span, and the other two are 75 feet, founded by Mr. George Burns, of Haddington, (g) from voluntary contributions, which being expended, and the task not completed, Mr. Exle finished the work for .£13,000 sterling, in 1803." A little below this the river falls into the German ocean, after a run of one hundred and twenty miles north-east. Returning from this digression, to the river Don, havino shewn where it originates, we shall pursue the chain of his tory of that place. Many more springs fall into the Tullich (pleasure ground) which is the name given to the streamlet for some distance, until several chrystalline urns unite and form a body of water, and then it receives the name Don.

Every small streamlet has the name of burn assigned to it ; and all the names are in the Gaelic tongue, which once was the only language used in this country, but since the introduction of the English tongue, and the commerce carried on with the low country, it has fallen into desuetude, is rarely spoken, and what is spoken is greatly corrupted. (g) Literary and Commercial Magazine, 1811. The streamlets that fall into the Tullich, I shall mention in order, until the conflux of the Vannich, and then conclude with some observations on the country and its inhabitants. On the one hand falls Cuachan-dhu (black burn), and on the other the Altn Mhical (Michal's burn), the Alt Noin (the burn of the hind -or female deer), and a spring falling from a shaggy mountain side, which, from its appearance, has the name of Cloch Faun (grey moss stone.)

Near this another small spring meanders through a hollow place covered with rough grass, and is called Esk-na-slisach (spell burn), and the Alt-na-dalyn (the burn where the turfs are cut.) These turfs are sometimes cut with the spade, to a certain degree of thickness, and are used as fuel, being found to con tain a gaseous substance, from the entwined roots of heath and mossy earth, and when enkindled afford a comfortable fire, used singly or combined with peats. At other times they are cut with the breast-plough, of an oblong form and thin, and then they are used to cover their houses. On the south side the Vannich pours her tribute into the stream, and when joined it is called Don. The Vannich rises partly from a hill called Moor Vannich (middle grains, or rather waste and barren ground), and here the first habi tations meet the view.

On the verge of this streamlet stands a neat hunting seat, called a Sheil, erected in 1797, by Sir Arthur Forbes of Craigievar, Bart, and belonged in 1826 to Sir Charles Forbes of Edinglassie, Bart. Near this is a large stone, without any inscription, called Cloch Couttsich (Court's stone), where a Captain sirnamed Coutts was killed. The country bears the name of CorgarfF, (or Rough Quarry), as there are several veins of calcareous or limestone, moorstone, granite, and coarse slate-stone. On the whole, the country is but thinly populated, and very poorly culti vated, as the elevation of the ground and frigidity of the at mosphere, blast often the only hope of rewarding their toil. As the young plants, in verdure paint the scene, Crown'd with clear dews and soilage lov'ly green, List up their heads in flow'ry prospect fair, And wave exuberant to the morning air ; When lo ! a frost from the high heaven invades The tender plant, and withers all its shades : It droops all febrile from its genial bed, A heap of ruin quite defaced and dead.

(//) Not long time has elapsed since cultivation was introduced into this country, cattle rearing and hunting formed their only employment and support. As they depended for part of their food on the chace, they became dexterous in spring ing and securing game. Thus the produce of their own country rendered them independent, until lux,ury found ad mittance, and with her consort effeminacy banished their felicium. Their battles were fierce and severe, as their souls glowed with a passion for military fame. Let us but take a survey of the Celtic warriors, as they are pourtrayed by the Fin galian hero, and it will not be improper to adopt the beauti ful and pathetic language of that bard. Llere we are led to a beautiful and elegant passage, from an idea that a once cotemporary warrior, who, after having closed his mortal career, roving at large through the immortal space, thinks on him, here he breaks out in rapture, on the idea that his friend recollects and speaks of him to the conclave of ghosts in the shades : « And dost thou remember, Ossian ?

The battles of our youth were many ; our swords went together to the field. They saw us coming like two rocks ; and the sons of the stranger fled. There come the warriors, they said; and their steps are in the paths of the vanquished." This small passage shews the magnanimity of the ancient Celts ; and one or two more passages will not be amiss, as the sensibility and tenderness of soul are finely described, of those hardy sons of the mountains,- and part of their threnody, or (It) Homer's Iliad, Book final wish when the approach of old age unbraces the sinews, and the world has no more charms for them : " And fallest thou, son of my fame ! and shall I never see thee, Oscar ? When others hear of their sons, I shall not hear of thee. The moss is on the stones of his tomb, and the mournful winch's there.

The battle shall be fought with- O out him ; he shall not pursue the dark brown hinds. " O lay me, ye that see the light, near some rock of my lulls ; let the thick hazels be around, let the rustling oak be near. Green be the place of my rest ; and let the sound of the distant torrent be heard." (i) As to the origin ofthe primitive inhabitants, I can advance nothing ; many able pens have written on the subject, and what Y/ere the consequences ? nothing but criticism on criti cism has ensued, that involves the mind in a labyrittthiah maze, front whence there is no possibility of finding the real path. Buchanan and Monypennie have traced their origin up to the principal postdiluvian families, and what then? They echoed the song of the monkish historians who wrote long prior to them, and when the nation was totally enveloped with an umbrian darkness and ignorance, and education was confined within the gloomy walls of the cloister, and whatsoever was there written, was held in as great estimation as the volumes of the divine law, so that many fabulous legends were detailed to the infant world, and too many ambidexter tricks played off admirably, and a number of false miracles said to have been wrought, and all know that wonder is the effect of novelty upon ignorance.

Thus let us look back but to the ben-inning of the twelfth century, and there we will find every annal of history immured within their convents, as everv science whatever were only known and used there, and were prohibited from being taught or used without the walls, by a bull from Pope Victor II. dated 1131. (*) Duff's Critical Observations. 1770. I know this will be called acrid ; I know 'Twill be counted heresy, nay deism, by the pseudo saints Who make wry faces, groan, cant, pray, and so Impose on man. I hate hypocrisy, and I know the grants Of the pure doctrine to the church below ; I know too well by pride, leagues, councils, covenants ; The churches have made a right bad purchase, And on the whole have stamp'd the name disgrace, (k) But averting from every polemical branch, and pursuing with candour the historical chain, we must acknowledge that we ultimately stand indebted to those monks for most of our annals, as every cloister was bound to keep a historical re gister of all the remarkable events in the nation ; and at the end of every reign those registers were compared, and formed into a volume, and although blended with a strong tincture of superstition, yet they served as a lamp to aid our re searches, and hence the many monkish histories found in our libraries.

But on the other hand, while comparing these histories, we are surprised at the discordance, on events even of importance, and the dates are greatly varied, so that we know not whom we can credit, as every writer vouches his works for truth. Mr. Ruddiman enters next the list, in his answer to the Rev. G. Logan, the defender of Buchanan, where he, Mr. Ruddiman, asserts that many of the writings of Boethius Fordun, Buchanan, &c. are spurious, and the offspring of wandering imaginations, and that the first thirty of our Scottish sovereigns were Utopian monarchs, i. e. the chil dren of fancy. This elevated country is cold and sterile, and but rarely repays the peasants toil ; yet the natives are robust, generous, brave, and humane. Where Caledonia's western mountains rear Their lofty summits, crowned with lasting snow, (h) Parody on stanza XIV. of Byron's Vision of Judgment, There lives — ah, no ! say rather languishes, a race, Whose bosoms (undebas'd by vice's train) Boast each affection that ennobles man.

Yet they are doom'd to till a cheerless soil, Which sparely feels the sun's enlivening ray, Too oft to see their labor's meed destroyed By dearth-producing storms. To these dire ills, To rigorous clime, and inauspicious skies, Oppression, baleful, with an hell-born soul, Adds wretchedness more dire. Her schedule base (Where mammon and injustice are colleagued,) With supercilious air she wide unfurls, And thence confirms her arbitrary claim ; Unheard pleads poverty and honest truth : Expostulating reason's voice is lost, And delug'd fields upbraid and preach in vain. (I) Yet bleak as these mountains are, they are esteemed a fast ness by these hardy sons, who would not quit them for the low country, with all its luxuries, but when forced by exi gency ; and then they leave their home with reluctance, and mourn for those scenes of rural enjoyment, and the friends left behind, May be to return to Lochaber no more.

And should any stranger dare to invade their territory with a hostile intention, that stranger pays for his temerity, for on his approach the slug-horn is sounded, and the clans as semble to a man at the rendezvous, to defend Their wives and darling native horae. But let us descend clown to the end of the eighteenth and beginning of the nineteenth century, and we will find their ardour for military fame not diminished, and their favour for their natal soil not abated. When the invasion of Scotland was threatened by the French army, the Strathdon men formed a volunteer asso- (0 Rev. L. Booker's Picture ofthe Highlands, 1787 C elation, commanded by Alexander Forbes, Esq. of Inver ernan, to defend their country from a foreign foe. O fear not to lead us, O doubt not our valour; Like rocks we will stand on the field of the brave, Nor yield to the foe, till the fields change their colour ; And our veins are run dry at the mouth of the grave.

Strathdon men are patriots, nor shrink from the danger; Our claymores have reek'd with the blood of the foe ; Our hills clad with cairns still point to the stranger, Where victory was gain'd and intruders laid low. O come, then, descendant of Brux, noble, daring ; Thou Forbes, the chief of our fastnesses bare : Come to thy children, whose bosoms are baring, Whose souls love, obedience, and trust still declare. Our clans are all ready, array'd in their tartan ; Loud, loud swells the pibroch o'er mountain and glen ; Pale look the invaders like cowardice starting, Aware of the valour reigns in Highland men. Behold we are ready, our skeans unsheathed ; Our slogan is loanach, a sound we revere : Should a dastard be found with dire infamy wreathed, We his name from our lists indignant will tear.