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HE pipes in the streets were playing bravely,

The marching lads went by

With merry hearts and voices singing

My friends marched out to die;

But I was hearing a lonely pibroch

Out of an older war,

"Farewell, farewell, farewell, MacCrimmon,

MacCrimmon comes no more."

And every lad in his heart was dreaming

Of honour and wealth to come,

And honour and noble pride were calling

To the tune of the pipes and drum;

But I was hearing a woman singing

On dark Dunvegan shore,

"In battle or peace, with wealth or honour,

MacCrimmon comes no more."