Classic Poem

Donal Macgillivray, O Donal Macgillivray,
It is wae since you left the glen,
For none that are here can play half so prettily
As yourself, that was chief of the men —
My Donal Macgillivray !

Donal Macgillivray, O Donal Macgillivray,
My heart is in sadness for thee;
No pleasure have I in the pipe of Macpherson
His pibrochs! — what are they to me?
My Donal Macgillivray!

Donal Macgillivray, O Donal Macgillivray,
When I 'm lonely and bearing the blame,
When all at the games are dancing and lovemaking,
A charm is the sound of your name,
My Donal Macgillivray .

Donal Macgillivray, O Donal Macgillivray,
I 'll be dreaming forever of thee,
And whiles, in the stillness, the bee on the heather
Keeps humming your music to me —
My Donal Macgillivray .

Donal Macgillivray, O Donal Macgillivray,
The thought of your heart — is it mine?
Shall I meet you again by the braes of CRAIG PHATRIC,
And know by your smile I am thine?
My Donal Macgillivray.