Marjorie Bowen,
The Master of Stair
“ With the blood o’ the MacdonaldsAll red upon his claws,The blood o’ the dead MacdonaldsWho broke the Campbell laws. Through the Glen o’ Weeping,The Valley o’ Glencoe,Where the blighted trees are sleepingAnd black the waters flow,Where the dead lie in their darkness,Their frozen hearth beside,As the day glooms into darkness,Come the living in their prideThrough the lines o’ dead MacdonaldsLying naked to the blast,Through the stern and still MacdonaldsCome the Campbells riding fast. ”
