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Pibroch of Donnel Dhu,
Pibroch of Donnel,
Hark to the summons ! Come in your war array,
Gentles and commons !
Come as the winds come,
When forests are rended,
When navies are stranded.
Tenant and master,
Fast they come, fast they come,
See how they gather! Wide waves the eagle plume blended with heather.
Cast your plaids, draw your blades,
Forward each man set! Pibroch of Donnel Dhu, now for the onset!
Jack Sprat could eat no fat;
His wife could eat no lean; So 'twixt them both they cleared the cloth,
And lick'd the platter clean.
There was a little boy went into a barn,
And lay down on some hay;
And the little boy ran away.
The sow came in with the saddle,
To see the pot swallow the ladle.
Can't you agree?
Bring them to me.
Little Tommy Tucker,
Sing for your supper:
White bread and butter.
Without any knife ?
Without any wife?
I would, if I could; if I couldn't, how could I?
Oh that I were where I would be!
Then should I be where I am not;
And where I would be I can not.