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 'Tis there I'd soothe thy grief to rest,

Each sigh of sorrow quell,

In a starry light of a summer's night,

On the Banks of the blue Mozelle,

On the Banks of the blue Mozelle. 







The moon's on the lake and the mist's on the brae,

And the clan has a name that is nameless by day;

Our signal for fight, which from monarchs we drew,

Must be heard out by night in our vengeful haloo;

Then haloo, haloo, haloo, Gregarach.