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Like his Viking ancestors before him,
He settled by the sea;
Highland blood coursed through his veins,
And he lived virtuously.

Dark haired descendant of Dougall of Lorn,
He proudly wore the crest;
But his way of life was not by the sword,
Peace was his only quest.

He was the chief and we were his clan,
A powerful close-knit group;
Like in the days before Robert the Bruce,
Made the clan Mac Dougall stoop.

He was brave in his final battle,
Angels from Heaven were sent;
And they listened to the dirge of the bagpipes,
Playing their last lament.