So farewell then to Scotland. Miss McTavish has written a brief note (didn't think burly Scotch boys wore owt under their kilts but 'Och aye, they're new'...) In fact, all the teams that have played a part in making France great again can take heart from the pleasure that they have given to bar managers, hoteliers, garcons, suceptible damsels or boys who have fallen under the spell of the game played by men with oval balls.
VERSE 1.
Land of our fathers, we will always be
Faithful and loyal to our own country.
In times of danger, we will set you free.
Lead you to glory and to victory.
VERSE 2.
Hail, Caledonia, to our ancient prayer.
In this Highland Cathedral, let our standards, bear.
Joining, together, with one dream to share.
God bless the people of this land so fair.
CHORUS
Gone is the past, let us start anew.
Let this hope of peace, always remain.
Spirit of Scotia, be strong and true.
Then your children will smile again, again, again, again.
VERSE 3.
Rise, Caledonia, let your voices ring
In this Highland Cathedral of our God and King.
Whom, joy and liberty, to all, will bring.
Come; let your heart, with love and courage, sing.
CHORUS
Lonely the exile, o'er distant seas,
The home of their birth, gone from their eyes.
Bring back their souls o'er the ocean breeze
To the land where their fathers lie.
thanks martin for the second rendition. Was that my grannie on Piano!! Yeah this was a typical weekly meeting of the scottish women's institute/guild - but remember where the ladies of Calander girls started out! didn't see a lot of contenders there - but who knows what goed on behind closed doors!
And where did you get the picture of the Gay Gordons! I liked it
Posted by: Miss McTavish | 13 October 2007 at 12:16