For from Hebudes, dark with rain,
To eastern Lodon’s fertile plain,
And from the southern Redswire edge,
To farthest Rosse’s rocky ledge;
From west to east, from south to north.
Scotland sent all her warriors forth.
Marmion might hear the mingled hum
Of myriads up the mountain come;
The horses’ tramp, and tingling clank,
Where chiefs reviewed their vassal rank,
And charger’s shrilling neigh;
And see the shifting lines advance
While frequent flashed, from shield and lance,
The sun’s reflected ray.
