10/19/2026
The leaves turn gold, the nights grow cold,
The season’s tale is nearly told.
The tents come down, the fires burn low,
And soon the winter winds will blow.
But raise your glass, let voices ring,
For Glengarry’s Lights have earned their spring!
We are a band of like-minded souls,
With muddy boots and ambitious goals.
We dare to dream, we camp with attitude,
With laughter, friendship and fortitude.
Through rain-soaked canvas and fireside nights,
There’s nothing quite like the Glengarry Lights!
For we are Macdonell’s Own, you see,
Bound by more than history.
A band of brothers, steadfast and strong,
Where trust and friendship carry us along.
Not merely a uniform, a musket or a name,
But kindred hearts that share the flame.
And now the season draws to its close,
As frost creeps in and the north wind blows.
Our muskets rest, our colours are furled,
But already we’re dreaming of another world.
For winter is work, not a time to retreat,
There’s kit to repair and projects to complete!
We’ll mend our straps and polish our gear,
Prepare for the season that draws ever near.
We’ll practice our drill through the wintery air,
Sharpen our movements with discipline and care.
And when spring returns, we’ll open the door, Recruiting new comrades to join our corps!
So here’s to the battles, the laughter, the rain,
The friendships that flourish through hardship and strain.
To every campfire, every mile that we’ve trod,
To the stories we honour, the history we laud.
Though winter may silence the fife and the drum,
The call of the Glens says the season will come!
So shoulder your memories, let spirits burn bright,
And dream of the day we again take the field in our might.
For the bond that unites us will never grow thin,
And the next great adventure is waiting to begin.
Macdonell’s Own! The Glengarry Lights!
Through history’s shadows, we stand for what’s right.
Until we meet again beneath canvas and sky, may the fires burn bright and the Glengarry spirit never die.
UP THE GLENS!
