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182 MOY CASTLE .
If we bring th e prince to Loudon's lord,
H e'll fill our hands with gold."
15. Th ey came lightly on th eir way,
H ad never a thought of ill,
When suddenly from th e darksome wood
Broke out a whistl e shrill.
16. An d st raight the wood was filled wit h cries,
\Yith shouts of angry men,
And the angry skirl 0 ' the bag-pipes
Came answering th e shouts again.
1T, Th e En glishmen looked and listened,
Listened and looked amain ,
And nought could they see through the mirk night,
But the pipes shrieked out ngnin,
18." Hark to the slogan of Loehiel,
To Keppoch's gathering C1"y !
H ar k to th e rising swell that tells
Clanranald's men ar e nigh !
19."Now woe to the men that told us
Lochiel was far away!
The whole of th e Highland army
I s waiting to bar our way.
20." It's little we'll see of Charlie Stuart,
And little of Loudon's gold,
A nd but we're away from th is armed "'00