text:  See--O never more my comrades! shall we see that falcon eye Kindle with its inward lightning as the hour of fight drew nigh; Never shall we hear the voice that clearer than the trumpet's call Bade us strike for King and Country bade us win the field or fall! On the heights of Killiecrankie yester-morn our army lay: Slowly rose the mist in columns from the river's broken way Hoarsely roar'd the swollen torrent and the pass was wrapp'd in gloom When the clansmen rose together from their lair among the broom