There's many a man of the Cameron clan
That has followed his chief to the field;
He has sworn to support him or die by his side,
For a Cameron never can yield.
I hear the pilbroch sounding, sounding,
Deep o'er the mountain and glen;
While light-springing footsteps are trampling the heath,
'Tis the march of the "Cameron Men."
Oh! proudly they walk; but each Cameron knows
He may tread on the heather no more;
But boldly he follows his chief to the field,
Where his laurels were gather'd before.
I hear the pilbroch &c...
The moon has risen, it shines o'er the path
Now trod by the gallant and true;
High, high are their hopes, for their chieftain hath said
That whatever men dare they can do.
I hear the pilbroch &c...
Mary Maxwell Campbell
1829
