M’Comie Mor, 7th Chief of Clan MacThomas, Perthshire, died in 1674, after his heir
and next-best son were killed in a skirmish with Airlie’s Royalist allies.
Say he outlived his earthly rising stars:
Ascendant when he rode in Montrose’ wars;
Yet brighter blazed in Cromwell’s glory years
When he bought Lord Airlie’s lands and Barony.
Then the lintel stone on M’Comie’s manse vowed he
With God’s prized help would overcome envy—
Not his, but that in rival Airlie’s eyes.
Did God withdraw His aid, when Cromwell died?
Twelve years M’Comie Mor fought Royalist fines
And raids that bled our clan.
Oh I have seen
The mightiest stag, the lord of swords and glens,
Now slashed, now bled by weasel-snouted men!
As we grapple stones from broken castle walls
To build for meaner needs, so let me haul
This lesser net of rhyme: our clan was small;
Great M’Comie made us great; with him we fall.