A few years late but the lyrics to Birthright are-
We who are born in country places,
Far from the cities shifting faces.
We have a birthright no man can sell,
And a secret joy no man can tell.

For we are kindred to lordly thing,
The wild duck's flight and the white owl's wings
Pike and salmon bull and horse,
The curlew's cry and the smell of gorse.

Pride of tree and swiftness of stream,
The magic of frost has shaped our dream,
No baser vision our spirit's fill,
Than to walk by right on the naked hill.