"The Song of the Heather" was published by Alfred Perceval Graves in 1928 shows the tune as "Brian Boru's March". He goes on to state that "this song(melody or lyrics?) has been translated by the leading Irish, scotch Gaelic, Manx, Welsh, Breton,and Cornish poets into their native language for singing".
The first verse:
A blossom there blows that scoffs at the snows,
And faces, root-fast, the rage at the blast;
Yet sweetens a sod No slave ever trod,
Since the mountains upreared their altars to God.
Chorus
That flow'r of the free is the heather, the heather
It springs where the sea and the land leap together
Six nations are we, yet beneath its bright feather
Today we are one _ _ _ Wheresoever we be!
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Does anyone have other lyrics to this tune?
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