Chapter 1 of 4 · 69 words · ~1 min read

I.

Fhairshon {128}swore a feud Against the elan M'Tavish; Marched into their land To murder and to rafish; For he did resolve To extirpate the vipers, With four-and-twenty men And five-and-thirty pipers.

But {129}when he had gone Half-way down Strath Canaan, Of his fighting tail Just three were remainin'. They were all he had, To back him in ta battle; All the rest had gone Olf, to drive ta cattle.