piob-mhor

Updated: May 8, 2025

The plain hummed with our little army, where now are but the nettle and the ivied tower, and the yellow bee booming through the solitude; morning and night the shrill of the piob-mhor rang cheerily to the ear of Dun-chuach; the sharp call of the chieftains and sergeants, the tramp of the brogued feet in their simple evolutions, the clatter of arms, the contention and the laughing, the song, the reprimand, the challenge, the jest, all these were pleasant to me.

Neil Munro - John Splendid: The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn