The King of the clan had called a gathering together,
And they came from near and far .
With their pipes and drums ,
They marched to the valley under the light of the bright pointed star .
In the dew of the dawn an early sun shone
And it softened the hard edge of the chill .
Their historic crest they heralded high,
Proudly honouring the King on Tara Hill .
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-03-11 06:51:29
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