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.