She has set out her best cloth for us
embroidering it
with
The bluebells and lace of creamy white
The clean white daisy - the bright purple
heather
And the deep purple thistle
that are
Scotland's alone.
No matter how - in the soul of
my pounding blood
The wild Scotland leaps and
lives -
Within the same depths of my
yearning heart
Has fair Ireland made her
home.
Forged in passion and
surprise
And burnished in love for the
land and her fold
Erin will settle in my
heart
As Scotland has so done in
my veins.
Ireland of the green grass - of the
rolling farms - of the brogue
Ireland of the smooth mountains - of the rich glens - of the smiles
Truly - Ireland of the welcomes.
