The strong feelings of Scots worldwide who join together in their Clans and participate in Highland Games and Celtic Festivals.

Oh Scotland, thru you our lines run deep.
The Mother Shores we often seek.
We revere our past.
The land of Argyle, thistle bloom and
rampant Lion holding fast.
From Celts and Picts our fathers came
to stand upon your shores,
forever to roam the Bens and Moors.
Culloden rose and smote the Lion
and spread us to the winds.
We come together as before,
seeking clan from every shore.
Hold dear the Clan, keep it strong
Sing your songs oft and long
Of the land wince we came.
It’s future is our past.
We pledge our love to Scotland,
till we’re home again, at last.