Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
Farewell to Glen-Shalloch
By James Hogg (17701835)F
A farewell forever!
Farewell to my wee cot,
That stands by the river!
The fall is loud sounding
In voices that vary,
And the echoes surrounding
Lament with my Mary.
Mid the rocks that enclose them,
With a babe at her knee,
And a babe at her bosom:
I heard her sweet voice
In the depth of my slumber,
And the song that she sung
Was of sorrow and cumber.
There is naught to alarm thee;
The sons of the valley
No power have to harm thee.
I ’ll sing thee to rest
In the balloch untrodden,
With the coronach sad
For the slain of Culloden.
And the tyrant is daring
To trample and waste us,
Unpitying, unsparing.
Thy mother no voice has,
No feeling that changes,
No word, sign, or song,
But the lesson of vengeance.
How our laurels are withering;
I ’ll gird on thy sword
When the clansmen are gathering;
I ’ll bid thee go forth
In the cause of true honor,
And never return
Till thy country hath won her.
Is the home of the reaver;
The pride of the ocean
Is fallen forever;
The pine of the forest,
That time could not weaken,
Is trod in the dust,
And its honors are shaken.
Ever dauntless in danger!
For the land that was yours
Is the land of the stranger.
O, come from your caverns,
All bloodless and hoary,
And these fiends of the valley
Shall tremble before ye!”