Keppoch song

96 A KEPPOCH SOtfG. canto ir.
Two glens to you and your's we give,
Por Keppoch fame, Clan Ronald live!
That when our's fail your's may succeed,
So Bannockburn be still the meed.
When Angus fail'd, come Scott, now tell us,
What was the hap that did befall us.
Angus you'd stript like plund'ring Roman,
Himself as sold to trav'lling showman ;
His lands a prey to wayward Scots.
And renegado Irish stots ;
Until misfortune taught you better,
Through second Charles, the hare setter;
To whom Nell Gwyn and other madams
Did spread and breed like coney spadams;
You then did think of grandson Donnell,
Ennerlochy gave 'm for waist flannel ;
The which Clan Ronald for him sav'd,
In spite of James the Sixth, that brav'd;
Who, with sturdy rung reforming,
Found Keppoch paw th' point of horning:
Act after act 'gainst thieving passes,
Hostages sought, as state jack-asses:
The Scot forgot how he had stole
The prior right of due control.
J Twas but your plea for state trespassing,
On headless Clans you still kept lashing.