Bursts the thrill of the revelry of the Hunter’s horn,

Over field through forest, deep and wild, it once was heard on every cannie breeze

Anent crags and doon heather heath and throughout Scottish glen,

Where all kinsman’s ears knew its signal well.

Hunters’ hounds would spring to their feet alert and readied knowing it all to well,

For ‘Twas na sylvan sport their master sounded the yin call.

The Hunters and hounds were gathering to its signal blast.

To hunt the Red Stag, and Roe for Kings table and Royal Courts night.

Yes, the Hunter’s horn ance echoed through morning mist and was known to all,

Silenced for to long now has the wood been absent of the ancient Hunter’s call?

To long have the moors and woodland been silenced of the baying of the hounds in chase?

Long too has it been that the Hunters from forests put to King’s table of its wealth and stores.

Yet if you rise just before first light that sets to shimmer the jeweled heather with its light,

And happen to set out through field still blanketed in the mists of the Hunters auld lang syne,

Perhaps quietly setting to watch the grand Scottish sunrise

listening to songs still heard on the wind,

For a most fortunate few,

you’ll hear the Hunter’s horn calling from far off misty hills and dells still.

Should ance early morn you find me gang from your side,

Just listen to the whispering wind and you will hear the haunting revelry call of the Hunter’s horn,

Na, you dinna fear for I have gone to answer the call to my heart,

To muster for the hunt and put afore my Lord’s table what he holds still most dear.

By Raymond L. Morehead Esq. FSA Scot. & President, Muirhead Clan Society

Hunters and Muirheads Forge Anew The Link of Friendship This Day

Many a bard in Celtic tongue stories they have told,
Mystic rhymes they sang throughout time of long ago.

Na lovers lute, nor thunder of drum need be used,
Charmed by words no less felt than the flame of passions have construed.

Of Chieftains and clansman of oak wooded glen and dale,
Kinsman each by blood, oath and friendship true.

Where aloft kindred banners boldly Flew.
And when a cross of dancing fire light signaled to unite.

Marshaled Clans to gather at first sight.
Rose each one and all of their clans family name,

Targe and Iron brand in hand all did much the same,
Gathering from highland glen and lowland vale they came.

To mustering place known by heart to all who heeded the call,
Where around their chieftain they resolutely proclaimed loyalties the same.

All claimed by birth and solemn word 'twas their right,
To stand together against all foe and fight for honor of name.

Never forgetting the land of their ancestral birth,
And fighting for freedom and all that it is truly worth.

Such is the Caledonian heritage our clans each claim this day,
In honor of our ancestral Muirhead and Hunter names.

No more the fiery cross need dance through the night,
Nor sword and shield be taken up for a fight.

Whether from humble bower and castle tower we will some day gather,
To once again hear and share stories of those that were and those that will be.

To wear with pride our tartans bold and hear the pipes played open and free,
Na blood spilt competing for honors now, but honors still may be ours to share the same.

Hunter and Muirhead Clans renew a bond and link this day,
That many a bard in Celtic tongue may recite in story or ballad to our descendents one day.

Sincerely,

Raymond L. Morehead Esq. FSA Scot.

President of the Muirhead Clan Society

On May 19th, 2001, Raymond L. Morehead bestowed upon Clan Hunter a handcrafted scrimshawed powder horn. 

Madam Pauline accepted this gift of friendship on behalf of Clan Hunter. Let us all extend our hand in friendship to Clan Muirhead.