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The Cockstane (Clach na Coileach)
A Poem                                                                                                                      Back

 

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The following Poem about Clach na Coileach was kindly gifted to the Society by the author, Danny Elliott, from the USA who is a member of Clan Elliott.
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The Cockstane of Finegand
 Whilst standing before
 The Cockstane of Finegand
 Surrounded by woods
 With tall leafy bough
 I heard in the days
 Long ago gone before us
 A legend so grand
 Of the MacOmish clan
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 They tell of how when
 One night ‘o so gloomy
 When all of the town folk
 Had called it a day
 In middle of night
 With no moon there ‘a showing
 A rooster flew top
 Of the rock and did crow
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 Was strange why this cock
 Should be calling so early
 The dawn of the day
 Was so far away
 But cock he did cry
 And was so alarming
 It woke all the village
 In beds where they lay
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 Arise from your sleep,
 'O village of Finegand
 Arise from your sleep,
Can’t you hear the cock crow
 Arise from your sleep,
 'O clan of MacOmish
 Arise from your sleep,
 To the rock you must go
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 So grabbed they their weapons
 Of warfare to carry
 With dirk and the broadsword
 To rock men did run
 And gathered they near
 To see this strange going
 But cock stopped ’a crowing
 When all had got there
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 They waited for hours
 To see what was coming
 Surely this cock
 Had forewarned them of doom
 Near to the point
 Of calling an ending
 When strange sounds they heard
 From the deep darken wood
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 Arise from your sleep,
 'O village of Finegand
 Arise from your sleep,
 Can’t you hear the cock crow
 Arise from your sleep,
 'O clan of MacOmish
 Arise from your sleep,
 To the rock you must go

A band was coming
To steal all belongings
Twas raiders to take
Everything in their sight
Bumping and tripping
Loud sounds they were making
Through forest they stumbled
With all of their might
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Instead of a village
Asleep in the nighttime
They found all the town folk
To arms they had come
To fight off these villains
And send them ’a screaming
Cut down these raiders
And let their blood flow
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Arise from your sleep,
'O village of Finegand
Arise from your sleep,
Victory is at hand
Arise from your sleep,
'O clan of MacOmish
Arise from your sleep,
To the rock you must go
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From then till today
The clan they still gather
At rock where they came
The night the cock called
To vow their allegiance
To chief and to brothers
To thank the dear Lord
For the cock that did crow
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So if you are ever
In bonnie old Scotland
To Finegand near Glenshee
You surely must go
Stand at the rock
All the town folk call Cockstane
By moonlight they say
You still hear the cock crow
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Arise from your sleep,
'O village of Finegand
Arise from your sleep,
All ye ghosts of the land
Arise from your sleep,
'O clan of MacOmish
Arise from your sleep,
To the rock you must go
 
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Copyrighted 2005@ Library of Congress.
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Added 04/08/2013