Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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AGAIN LET US WELCOME THIS BLITHE HAPPY DAY. |
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AGAIN LET US WELCOME THIS BLITHE HAPPY DAY.
Again let us welcome this blithe happy day,
That true Scottish Masons will honour for aye;
And though from their country our Brothers may roam,
This day will awaken up kindred and home.
Oh, this day will awaken up kindred and home.
That true Scottish Masons will honour for aye;
And though from their country our Brothers may roam,
This day will awaken up kindred and home.
Oh, this day will awaken up kindred and home.
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And where is the desert or surf-beaten shore
Not travers'd by Brothers,—we fondly adore;
Though absent afar, yet their heart we may claim,
For absent or present, they're ever the same!
For absent or present, they're ever the same!
Not travers'd by Brothers,—we fondly adore;
Though absent afar, yet their heart we may claim,
For absent or present, they're ever the same!
For absent or present, they're ever the same!
As far as St Lawrence rolls mighty and deep,
To where the blue waves of the bright Ganges sleep,
'Mong the fair groves of Italy, or bleak Zembla's snow,
“St Andrew” and “Scotland,” in bumpers shall flow!
“St Andrew” and “Scotland,” in bumpers shall flow!
To where the blue waves of the bright Ganges sleep,
'Mong the fair groves of Italy, or bleak Zembla's snow,
“St Andrew” and “Scotland,” in bumpers shall flow!
“St Andrew” and “Scotland,” in bumpers shall flow!
Hail! land of our fathers,—of mountain and glen,—
Of soft blooming Maidens, and true-hearted Men,
Oh! long may thy Thistle a dear emblem be
Of Liberty's birth-place, the home of the free!
Of Liberty's birth-place, the home of the free!
Of soft blooming Maidens, and true-hearted Men,
Oh! long may thy Thistle a dear emblem be
Of Liberty's birth-place, the home of the free!
Of Liberty's birth-place, the home of the free!
And ne'er did the Thistle,—fond type of the brave,
More flourish in splendour—or more proudly wave
With bosom of purple, and leaves ever green,
Than now when it blossoms for Scotland's Fair Queen!
Than now when it blossoms for Scotland's Fair Queen!
More flourish in splendour—or more proudly wave
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Than now when it blossoms for Scotland's Fair Queen!
Than now when it blossoms for Scotland's Fair Queen!
Victoria! High Princess! Oh! where is the band,
Through all thy dominions—the length of the land!
In devotion more deep—or in service more free,
Than the Masons of Scotland are, lov'd Queen, to thee!
Than the Masons of Scotland are, lov'd Queen, to thee!
Through all thy dominions—the length of the land!
In devotion more deep—or in service more free,
Than the Masons of Scotland are, lov'd Queen, to thee!
Than the Masons of Scotland are, lov'd Queen, to thee!
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