Siol Ghoraidh

                                  Here hangs an open landscape

A wild and huge frontier

From a harsh and a barren wasteland

Through the grave to the promised field



You came, you trapped, you charted

You laid the railraods and the schemes

And you tamed this land by enterprise

And by the power of your dreams



From the olden coasts of Ireland

From the Hebridean shores

With the forgotten chosen ones

Running from Europe in droves



There's a town in Manitoba

They say the windows touch the sky

But across the brine the shipyards close

In this garden flowers die



Still the homelands divide us

Like your blood red brothers of the plains

But where they grieve a candle still burns

A prayer from a flicker to a flame



But you made this Clan great

And you made this nation bloom

And you rose

With your people through the new world

Like a rocket to the moon