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Thread #66839   Message #3224421
Posted By: Jim Dixon
16-Sep-11 - 06:05 PM
Thread Name: Origins: MacCrimmon's Lament
Subject: Lyr Add: MACCRIMMON'S LAMENT (tr. J S Blackie)
From The Language and Literature of the Scottish Highlands By John Stuart Blackie (Edinburgh: Edmonston and Douglas, 1876), page 299:

The well-known mournful air, "MacCrimmon's Lament," composed by M'Leod of Dunvegan's piper, under the strong presentiment that he was going forth on an expedition from which he would never return, appears in Finlay Dun's Collection, with a translation by Moir, the wellknown Delta of Blackwood's Magazine. The following is by myself:—


Round Cullen's peak the mist is sailing,
The banshee croons her note of wailing,
Mild blue eyne with sorrow are streaming
For him that shall never return, MacCrimmon!

The breeze on the brae is mournfully blowing!
The brook in the hollow is plaintively flowing,
The warblers, the soul of the groves, are mourning,
For MacCrimmon that's gone, with no hope of returning!

The tearful clouds the stars are veiling,
The sails are spread, but the boat is not sailing,
The waves of the sea are moaning and mourning
For MacCrimmon that's gone to find no returning!

No more on the hill, at the festal meeting,
The pipe shall sound with echo repeating,
And lads and lasses change mirth to mourning
For him that is gone to know no returning!

No more, no more, no more for ever,
In war or peace, shall return MacCrimmon;
No more, no more, no more for ever
Shall love or gold bring back MacCrimmon!