Pipes of Glengarry..revised..editor friend Michael

Pipes of Glengarry

Tears fall
under the rising
of a Scottish moon
as lasses
line the streets
for the coming doom.

Highlanders march off
to the conflict end
distant to the Glen
from the Garry River bend.

A glint of sun
now appears
upon a crimson sash>
Gaelic's dressed in tartan black
with basket-hilt broadswords next to their thighs
as the bonny pipes play their bellowing cry.

I must now go my sweet love
I must go you see
I must now join with them
the Clan Mac Donnelly.

From the deepest part of my soul
With my claymore in hand
I will go onto the battlefield
To fight the Mackenzie's with sword and shield.

If I fall at Morar on this day
my final thought is the love you gave
I will cherish every moment we spent in love's twine
just knowing in my heart you were mine.

The Clan MacDonald now waits for me
I must go while my heart still is free
While the pipes play for the land of Shome
which has always been our clan's home.

Much blood shall spill on this highlander's day
For I will not ever run away
pray for my soul I ask of thee
as the pipes play on in Glengarry.