Remember the croft, solitary
Under the shadow of heaven
And the thistle, guarding
Closely in the eve
And the smokey peat,
Haunting our senses
Burning slowly,
Within the confines of the grate.

And the dancing amber hues,
Caressing the shadows
Forging the ancient stone,
Kindly, to our touch
And we, enveloped,
In the cloth of many colours
Spun solely,
To ward off the evening chill.

And we sat gazing
Into the eyes of yesterday
Drowning, in the splendour
Of the poetry in the soul
Eyes so dark
Reflecting ancient wisdom
Ours only for an instant,
But infinite, and surreal.

Remember, distant pipes
Lamenting love departed
Muted chords of sorrow
Echoing through the glen
Haunting ancient ballads
Ebbing, with the dusk
Swallowed by the mist
On heather covered hills.

And we, born of this land
Which our birthright gifted us
Embraced the glorious sacrifice
Of souls long gone,
And we, living the lives' incarnate
Of every warrior bold
Gladly bore the consequence
Of battles lost and won.

And remember, we pledged our honour
To all kings of our crown
And graciously we toasted
Our country, and its fate
And then we paid homage
To the water, and the earth
And finally, we drank
Of the pride, and the malt.