Roots - Saor

Buried in this soil

Are roots that go deep

Like scars etched in the earth

Ancient wounds, a reminder

Of a distant age

When the heart of the mountain

Pounded in every proud man’s chest

Of forgotten oath

When blood and honour

Spoke to every true man’s soul

Scotia’s thistle guards the grave

Where repose her dauntless brave

Never yet the foot of a slave

Has trod the wilds of Scotia

Never forget

Their sacrifice