Yes. Song of the Heather 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! Our blossom is read as the life-blood we shed, for Liberty's cause, against alien laws; When Lochiel and O'Neill and Llewellyn drew steel for Alba's and Erin's and Cambria's weal. Chorus Then our couch, when we tired, was the heather, the heather! Its beacon we fired in blue and black weather; Its mead-cup inspired, whne we pledged it together to the Prince of our choice or the maid most admired. Chorus Let the Saxon and Dane bear rule o'er the plain, On the hem of God's robe is our sceptre and globe; For the Lord of all Light stood revealed on the height Adn to Heaven from th Mount rose up in men's sight. Chorus And the blossom and bud of the heather, the heather, Is like His dear blood, dropped hither and thither, From all evil to purge and evermore urge Each son of the Celt to the goal of all good.
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