The maidens are smiling in rocky Glencoe The clansmen are arming to rush on the foe Their banners are streaming as forth leaves the clan And the yellow haired laddie is first in the band The pibroch is kindling their hearts to the war Camerons slogans are heard from afar They close for the struggle where many shall fall And the yellow haired laddie is the foremost of all He towers on the wave like a wild rolling tide No kinsman of valiance will stand by his side The Camerons gather around him alone He heeds not the danger and fear is unknown The plumes o' his bonnet are seen in the fight Those beacons of valour they light with his sight But his sword and his claymore are greater distressed For the plumes o' his bonnet now lie in the dust The maidens are weeping in rocky Glencoe From warriors' eyelids those bitter tears flow Where tell me where is our chieftain so dear? And the yellow haired laddie lies low on the brae