Ode to Outlaw MacGregor When the weapons were rust for poor Argyll Glen Shira gained MacGregor's clan. Supporting Seaforth at the Glen Shiel trial They say he was sliced amid the van. But Rob only dwelt in that Glen awhile Loch Doine and fair Breas became his home. He herded cattle across blushed heather Where Sun meets sky on grounds fertile Balquhidder bloomed amidst mountain's proud dome MacGregor's head branded smooth 'pon their leather. As fortune glittered in hoof, horn and hide MacGregor invested to further his number. What borrowed gold yields can also divide And MacGregor was robbed as he did slumber. His funds stole away along with his cattle He plead to his landlord for time to recoup And seek out the villain who wronged his clan. Turned out from home and forced into battle He gathered his rag-tag clan outlaw troop To plunder the lands of his ex-kinsman. So Rob Roy, the robber, wreaked havoc on Montrose, Laying waste to his lands, his cattle and grains. Turning to mud his name and his meadows Montrose caught MacGregor and clapped him in chains. For years he did languish, imprisoned, alone. Night and day did he pray for his freedom anew, Private lives of his clan, a room with a view. Montrose did repent, gave his freedom to atone And MacGregor went home to his wife and withdrew And died a free man where the fresh heather grew.
Rob Roy MacGregor, Scottish outlaw and folk hero, died today in 1734.
Dame Maggie Smith, English actress, was born today in 1934.