St. Andrew’s Day 
     
    
   
   
    
     Day of gladness! day of greeting! 
     
     Hands are elasp‘d, and hearts are beating! 
     
     Scots in every clime are meeting! 
     
    

    
     Meeting as they met of yore; 
     
     Through the snow drift, o‘er the heather, 
     
     See! they wend their way together; 
     
    

    
     Spite of wind, or wave or weather, 
     
    

    
     Scots shall meet on every shore; 
     
    

    
     Be it so for evermore. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Meet — but not in battle gory, 
     
     As in ancient Scottish story, 
     
     Clan with clan, for gain or glory,. 
     
     In the days of the Claymore: 
     
     Scotia’s mountains rent asunder 
     
     By the warring clansmen’s thunder, 
     
     As if hell had open’d under, 
     
     Shaking kingdoms with her roar! 
     
     Be it thus, 0 — nevermorel 
     
    
   
   
    
     Yet, should trump of battle, pealing, 
     
    

    
     Wake the ancient marshal feeling, 
     
    

    
     Who‘d be foremost then, in dealing, 
     
     Death around them and before? 
     
    
   
   
    
     Let the eagle spread his pinion 
     
    

    
     Over fiend or over Fenian — 
     
    

    
     Up! we'll fight for our Dominion 
     
     As our fathers fought of yore! 
     
     Fight, and save it evermore! 
     
    
   
   
    
     Fill a glass to overflowing 
     
    

    
     To the NATION that is growing 
     
    

    
     From Atlantic to the glowing 
     
     Wave of the Pacific shore! 
     
    

    
     Truth and Honor be her booty 
     
    

    
     In the battle day of duty; 
     
    

    
     Vigor, valor, virtue, beauty 
     
     Be her dower evermore! 
     
     — Heritage for everrnorel 
     
    
   
   
    
     Sons of Erin! Albin! never 
     
     May the golden bonds dissever, 
     
     That should make us one forever 
     
     On this bleak Canadian shore! 
     
     Shamrock wreathe and Rose together, 
     
     With the Maple Leaf and Heather! 
     
     Storm, or strife, or wind, or weather, 
     
     Then shall part us nevermore! 
     
     Part us never, nevermore. “ 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
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