The Flaming Blade

Have we finally learnt our lesson, do we finally know the score
Has reality come home to roost and knocked on every door
In a land where blind conviction never ceases to amaze
When you weigh up all those barren years, dashed hopes and early graves

Have we woken up with open eyes and seized the reins of truth
Are we reckoning on nothing; it’s the basement not the roof
Or yet once again has reason from our senses taken leave
Has it forced us to declare in hope; in our hearts we still believe

Can you see our swords a gleaming, can you count upon our men
Will they burn out, will they whimper, will you see them flee the Glen
From The Lowlands to The Highlands, from The Bridge up to The Lane
From The Valley to The Cottage, do you fear more years of pain

It’s that time again for all of us, that time when we unite
Let the enemy cry in anguish, let our hand strike true and right
We won’t shy from blinkered passion, so it’s time we gave what for
We will rally, we will gather, we will give our all and more
For our Home and for our Country, for our Master and for our kin
And when all is done and dusted and they've dragged us through the dirt
We’ll still celebrate the honour of the Flaming Blade upon our Shirt.