Hector The Hero - Lyrics

Lyrics

Lament him, ye mountains of Ross-shire;

Your tears be the dew and the rain;

Ye forests and straths, let the sobbing winds

Unburden your grief and pain.

Lament him, ye warm-hearted clansmen,

And mourn for a kinsman so true

The pride of the Highlands, the valiant MacDonald

Will never come back to you.

O, wail for the mighty in battle,

Loud lift ye the Coronach strain;

For Hector, the Hero, of deathless fame,

Will never come back again.

Lament him, ye sons of old Scotia,

Ye kinsmen on many a shore;

A patriot-warrior, fearless of foe,

Has fallen to rise no more.

O cherish his triumph and glory

On Omdurman's death-stricken plain,

His glance like the eagle's, his heart like the lion's

His laurels a nation's gain.

O, wail for the mighty in battle,

Loud lift ye the Coronach strain;

For Hector, the Hero, of deathless fame,

Will never come back again.

O rest thee, brave heart, in thy slumber,

Forgotten shall ne'er be thy name;

The love and the mercy of Heaven be thine;

Our love thou must ever claim.

To us thou art Hector the Hero,

The chivalrous, dauntless, and true;

The hills and the glens, and the hearts of a nation,

Re-echo the wail for you.

O, wail for the mighty in battle,

Loud lift ye the Coronach strain;

For Hector, the Hero, of deathless fame,

Will never come back again.