CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Glencoe
Oh! Tell me, Harper, wherefore flow
Thy wayward notes of wail and woe
Far down the desert of Glencoe
Where non may list their melody?
Say, harp'st thou to the mist that fly
Or to the dun deer glancing by
Or to the eagle, that from high
Screams chorus to thy minstrelsy?
No, not to these, for they have rest
The mist-wreath has the mountain crest
The stag his lair, the erne her nest
Abode of lone security
But those for whom I pour the lay
Not wild wood deep, nor mountain grey
Not this deep dell that shrouds from day
Could screen from treach'rous cruelty
The hand that mingled in the meal
At midnight drew the felon steel
And gave the host's kind breast to feel
Meed for his hospitality
The friendly heart which warm'd that hand
At midnight arm'd it with a brand
That bade destruction's flames expand
Their red and fearful blazonry
Thy wayward notes of wail and woe
Far down the desert of Glencoe
Where non may list their melody?
Say, harp'st thou to the mist that fly
Or to the dun deer glancing by
Or to the eagle, that from high
Screams chorus to thy minstrelsy?
No, not to these, for they have rest
The mist-wreath has the mountain crest
The stag his lair, the erne her nest
Abode of lone security
But those for whom I pour the lay
Not wild wood deep, nor mountain grey
Not this deep dell that shrouds from day
Could screen from treach'rous cruelty
The hand that mingled in the meal
At midnight drew the felon steel
And gave the host's kind breast to feel
Meed for his hospitality
The friendly heart which warm'd that hand
At midnight arm'd it with a brand
That bade destruction's flames expand
Their red and fearful blazonry
