For the flower of the Clan
MacRae, who fell at
the Battle of Sherriffmuir,13th November 1715,
defending the cause of the Royal House of Stuart.
WHERE the Sisters fret the
skies, where Loch Duich darkly lies
Like a jewel upon the evening's quiet breast,
Drifts a whisper and a sigh, like a presence passing by
Or a tired soul forever seeking rest.
Now the autumn leaves are red where the silent legions tread,
(Rags of scarlet tartan, fluttering in the wind!)
And the Sisters sadly wait for the ghosts who come too late
With a message for the Clan they left behind.
And still the club-moss grows, and the wind forever blows
Crying lornly "Sgurr Fhuaran!" along the glen. . . .
But the pipes are hushed to sleep and the swift cloud-shadows keep
Lonely vigil o'er the bones of Seaforth's men.
And across the empty years, moving alien eyes to tears,
Drifts an echo where the dipping sea-birds wail:
"Though thy glory lingers on, from the Highlands thou art gone,
Gone forever, bonnie Pipers of Kintail!"
"Evening Shadows," Loch Duich Head,
Kintail Peaks and Glen Shiel