There's many a man of the Cameron clan
that has followed his chief to the field;
He has sworn to support him or die by his side,
for a Cameron never can yield.

I hear the Pibroch sounding, sounding,
Deep o’er the Mountain and glen,
While light-springing footsteps are trampling the heath,
Tis the march of the Cameron men.
Tis the march, Tis the march , 
Tis the march of the Cameron men.


Oh! Proudly they walk; but each Cameron knows
He may tread on the heather no more;
But boldly he follows his chief to the field,
Where his laurels were gathered before.

I hear the Pibroch sounding, sounding,
Deep o’er the Mountain and glen,
While light-springing footsteps are trampling the heath,
Tis the march of the Cameron men.
Tis the march, Tis the march , 
Tis the march of the Cameron men.


The moon has arisen, it shines o’er the path
Now trod by the gallant and true;
High, high are their hopes, for their chieftain hath said,
Whatever men dare, they can do.

I hear the Pibroch sounding, sounding,
Deep o’er the Mountain and glen,
While light-springing footsteps are trampling the heath,
Tis the march of the Cameron men.
Tis the march, Tis the march , 
Tis the march of the Cameron men.