The Wolfe Tones - Song Of The Celts

There's a blossom that blows
That scoffs at the snows
And it faces root fast the rage of the blast
It sweetens the sod, no slave ever trod
Six mountains of prayer their altar to God

The flower of the free, the heather
The heather
The Bretons and Scots and Irish together
The Manx and the Welsh and Cornish forever
Six nations are we, proud Celtic and free

Our blossom is red as the
Life's blood we shed
And for liberty's cause against alien laws
When Lochiel and O'Neill and
Llewellyn drew steel
For Alba and Erin and Cambria's weal

The flower of the free, the heather
The heather
The Bretons and Scots and Irish together
The Manx and the Welsh and Cornish forever
Six nations are we, proud Celtic and free

Let the Saxon and Dane bear
The rule o'er the plain
And the hem of God's robe
Is their sceptre and globe
And the lord of all light
Revered in his height
For heaven and earth blows up in his sight

The flower of the free, the heather
The heather
The Bretons and Scots and Irish together
The Manx and the Welsh and Cornish forever
Six nations are we, proud Celtic and free

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