Are you not supposed to carry a fiery cross when we are called..
Woe to the wretch who fails to rear
At this dread sign the ready spear!
Far o'er its roof the volumed flame
Clan Alpine's vengeance shall proclaim,
While maids and matrons on his name,
Shall call down wretchedness and shame,
And infamy and woe.
When flits this cross from man to man,
Vich-Alpine's summons to his Clan,
Burst be the ear that fails to heed!
Palsied the foot that shuns to speed!
May ravens tear the careless eyes,
Wolves make the coward heart their prize!
As sinks that blood stream in the earth,
So may his heart's blood drench his hearth!