THE MARCH OF THE CAMERON MEN

  "Cuimhnichibh na suinn nach maireann. 

Mairidh an cliu beo gu brath."  

(In memory of the Heroes who are no more.

May their Fame live on forever.)

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THE MARCH OF THE CAMERON MEN

The  tune and the words of `The March of the Cameron Men' were composed by Mary Maxwell Campbell of Skerrington in 1829. They describe the march of Donald Cameron of Lochiel and his men of Clan Cameron, from Loch  Arkaig to Glen Finnan, to join Prince Charles Edward Stuart as he raised his father King James VIII's Standard  on 19th August 1745.

Cha'n `eil  og an ach treun de chloinn Chamrain gu leir

Nach teid deonach fo Bhrataich Lochial

Gu buaidh no gu bas `s bidh iad dileas `s gach cas,

Oir geill cha d'thug Camranach riamh.

 

(chorus)

Nach cluinn sibh fuaim na pioba tighinn,

Gu h-ard than monadh `us ghleann;

Agus cas cheuman eutrom a'saltairt an fhraoich !

Si caismeachd Chloinn Camrain a th'ann !

 

O ! `s uallach an ceum, ged tha fios aig gach treun

Gu'm faod e `bhi maireach `san uir,

Ach gach armunn, gun sgath, theid le `Cheannard do'n bhlar

Far `m bu dualach dhaibh buaidh agus cliu.

 

               Nach cluinn sibh fuaim na pioba tighinn, etc

 

Tha `ghealach ag Nridh, `s tha `gathan air ceuman

Nan oigear tha treun agus fior;

S ard dochas an cleibh, `s thuirt an Ceannard e fein

Gur laoich iad nach geill anns an strith.

 

Nach cluinn sibh fuaim na pioba tighinn,     etc

 

 

There's many a man of the Cameron Clan

That has followed his chief to the field;

He has sworn to support him or die by his side,

For a Cameron never can yield.        

 

(Chorus)

I hear the pibroch sounding, sounding,

Deep over mountain and glen,

While light-springing footsteps are trampling the heath

'Tis  the march of the Cameron men.

 

Oh ! proudly they walk; but each Cameron knows

He may tread on the heather no more;

But proudly he follows his chief to the field,

Where his laurels were gather'd before.

 

I hear the pibroch sounding,  etc

 

The moon has arisen, it shines o'er the path

Now trod by the gallant and true;

High, high are their hopes, for their chieftain hath said,

That whatever men dare they can do.

 

I hear the pibroch sounding, etc                                    

 

 See the sheet music here

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