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No more the trumpet calls to arms
Awaking battle's fierce alarms
But every hero's bosom warms
With songs of exultation.
While brave Lochiel at length regains
Through toils of warhis native plains
Andwon by glorious woundsattains
His high paternal station.
Let now the voice of joy prevail
And echo wide from hill to vale;
Ye warlike clansarise and hail
Your laurell'd chiefs returning.
O'er every mountainevery isle
Let peace in all her lustre smile
And discord ne'er her day defile
With sullen shades of mourning.
M'LeodM'Donaldjoin the strain
M'PhersonFraserand M'Lean;
Through all your bounds let gladness reign
Both prince and patriot praising;
Whose generous bounty richly pours
The streams of plenty round your shores;
To Scotia's hills their pride restores
Her faded honours raising.
Let all the joyous banquet share
Nor e'er let Gothic grandeur dare
With scowling browto overbear
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A vassal's right invading.
Let Freedom's conscious sons disdain
To crowd his fawningtimid train
Nor even own his haughty reign
Their dignity degrading.
Ye northern chiefswhose rage unbroke
Has still repell'd the tyrant's shock;
Who ne'er have bow'd beneath his yoke
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