Chapter 118 No.118

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,