Strathnaver
The Last Sabbath in Strathnaver Before the Burnings. Twas not the beacon light of war , nor yet the "slogan" cry That chilled each heart and blanched each cheek in the country of Mackay, And made them march with weary feet , as men condemned to die. Ah! had it been their country's foe that they were called to brave How loudly would the piobrachd sound , how proud their "bratach" wave; How joyfully each man would march , tho' marching to the grave. No! twas a cruel ,sad behest , an alien chief's command Depriving them of house and home , their country and their land ; Dealing a death blow at their hearts , binding the "strong right hand." Slowly and sadly down the glen they took their weary way , The sun was shining overhead upon that sweet spring day. And earth was throbbing with the life of the great glad month of May. The deer were browsing on the hills , and looked with wondering eye ;