Green like the highland plain And blue like the cool lochs that lie adjoined Feel

the archaic wind blow And tell the stories of ancestors past The family standard, Held so high Flee before it or die Pride of clans Terror of enemies Fires, they burn into our memories Wear it proudly and remember The lives we took The lives we made And the lives we have all lived Crossing the green and blue pattern In the cloth And woven into the lochs and plains Of our homeland Our cursed history