Matheson Collection > Gaelic songs of Mary MacLeod

THE CROON 67
Of the descendants of Olgar of sword-blades, who were
wont to raise satin pennons to mast; when they entered
the fray they were no meagre handful, men true to
their bond, a precious race, royal, without loss of
right.
Beloved, let thy wrathful spirit be seen; be very mighty
for thou canst. It is proven to thee, thou hero, that
from every side to aid thee will come thy clan that are
not feeble.
Noble is the flock, comely, hardy and strong, that are
from of old of thine allegiance, that will come about
thy shoulders at thy need, sprung of the race of great
Roderick the generous. O Son of God, do Thou raise
up the young king!
The Gaels all are thy friends; Sir Donald of Sleat will
aid thy need, a chieftain of hundreds, masterful,
mighty, wise exceedingly.
Good I deem the young warriors who are lovingly and
truly thine; pre-eminent among thy force are Clan
Ranald and the two sons of Donald.