Six Thousand Veterans Practised In War'S Game, Tried Men, At Killicranky Were Arrayed Against An Equal Host That Wore The Plaid, Shepherds And Herdsmen. Like A Whirlwind Came The Highlanders, The Slaughter Spread Like Flame; And Garry, Thundering Down His Mountain-Road, Was Stopped, And Could Not Breathe Beneath The Load Of The Dead Bodies. 'Twas A Day Of Shame For Them Whom Precept And The Pedantry Of Cold Mechanic Battle Do Enslave. O For A Single Hour Of That Dundee, Who On That Day The Word Of Onset Gave! Like Conquest Would The Men Of England See; And Her Foes Find A Like Inglorious Grave.