A poem for St Andrew’s Day

Let the flag fly high,

Let the lochs shine in the sun.

The heather blowing on barren moors,

Let them see.

 

Let the glorious bagpipes play,

Oh flower of Scotland!

The tribal music,

Let them hear.

 

Let the scotch broth boil,

and the angus beef roast,

And the porridge be warm,

Let them taste.

 

Let the tartans be woollen,

and the sgian-dbuhs be sharp,

and the flag of Scotland be smooth and silky,

Let them touch.

 

Let the heather be fragrant,

Let the highlands smell of sweet morning air,

and the Flower of Scotland be aromatic,

Let them smell.

 

They are coming on the train,

and on the aeroplane,

husbands, wives, brothers, daughters,

to celebrate St. Andrews Day!!!