is known in Perthshire as the “Sherramuir March,” because it was played at that battle by the pipers of the clan. According to tradition this tune was played both when the clan were marching to battle and in honour of a victory. It was played at Pinkie, Inverlochy, Sheriffmuir, and Prestonpans, and it was all along recognised as a tune peculiarly pertaining to the Stewarts. In accordance with Highland custom, the clansmen were in the habit of marching in the intervals of pipe music to improvised singing, and when or how the present words emerged from all previous improvisations and became a song it is impossible to say. At the battle of Pinkie in September, 1547, the clan was commanded by Donald Stewart, of Invernayle, the real chief being an old man. On the march homeward in October, when passing through Menteith, the clan found prepared at the house of one of the tenants a marriage dinner, at which the Earl of Menteith was to be present. Being hungry, Donald and his followers ate up the feast, and when Menteith arrived he was very angry, and instantly pursued the Stewarts. On overtaking them one of his men taunted them thus:— “Yellow-haired Stewarts of smartest deeds, Who could grab at the kail in your sorest needs,” to which Stewart replied:— “If smartness in deeds is ours by descent, Then I draw, and to pierce you this arrow is sent,” and he shot the man who had taunted his clan. A conflict ensued, in which the Earl and many of his men were killed, and then the Stewarts went off in triumph, their pipers playing the Stewarts’ March. The words now in use are the composition of an _Iain Breac Mac Eanric_ (Henderson), a celebrated piper of the time of Montrose, and a resident in the Glencoe district. There would probably be older words, but those here given are those now associated with the tune:— “The heath-clad Ben we’ll soon ascend, Through Glen Laoigh we’ll soon descend, Our points of steel we’ll swiftly send Thro’ every loon that bars us. We will up and march away, We will up and march away, We will up and march away, Daring let of all men. “O’er the hills we’ll speed along, Thro’ Glencoe the march prolong; Our King the burden of our song, Asking leave of no man. We will up, etc. “To Glengarry and Lochiel, Ever with us true and leal, Keppoch, too, who seeks our weal, Is there in spite of all men. We will up, etc. “Mac Phersons come, in deeds not small; Mac Kenzies also at our call; Whose battle frenzy will appal And fill our foes with awe then. We will up, etc.