All hail our star and saviour
In times of woe and favour
Ascend in joy and sorrow
Eternally we follow
He is gone on the mountain
He is lost to the forest
Like a summer-dried fountain
When our need was the sorest
The font reappearing
From the raindrops shall borrow
But to us comes no cheering
To Duncan no morrow!
Beckon the haar - it approaches
Barefoot in the grey morning dew
‘Neath the slow fading Sun, the circle all gather
To honour the false life of you
Be it a war cry, be it a prayer
The last words you spoke, they still haunt the air
The grievers look skyward, yet you bide below
Restless in fire, and let it be so
The roads of the coffin
Are all paved with sin, boy
Don’t run from your calling
Don’t fear the darkness within
Sounding the death knell
This is your funeral
Let the pipes ring out
Let them squeal
‘Fore the coronach
Rattle the death bell
We bid you farewell
Let the quines cry out
Let them wail
For the coronach
The hand of the reaper
Takes the ears that are hoary
But the voice of the weeper
Wails manhood in glory
The autumn winds rushing
Waft the leaves that are serest
But our flower was in flushing
When blighting was nearest
Sounding the death knell
This is your funeral
Let the pipes ring out
Let them squeal
‘Fore the coronach
Rattle the death bell
We bid you farewell
Let the quines cry out
Let them wail
For the coronach
So dreich is the day, bleak is the night
Winter is coming, with no end in sight
Storms closing in, skies dressed to mourn
Doom’s breath is creeping, But life still goes on
Grief-masked hero worship
Your facade clean, though sure it did slip
That silver tongue, it kept your secrets
From a scream to a sigh, and now speechless
Forget the Lamentations
I hope your torment never ends
Fleet foot on the correi
Sage counsel in cumber
Red hand in the foray
How sound is thy slumber!
Like the dew on the mountain
Like the foam on the river
Like the bubble on the fountain
Thou art gone, and for ever!