One, two, one, two, one, two, halt! <br />Our pace in life is spelled by the rhythm <br />Of the song in our soul <br />And so 're the finest things <br /> <br />The little bird sings of scottish pride; <br />Valour, honour and humour <br />All things imaginary <br />And the finest of them all <br /> <br />The little bird sings of scottish pride <br />Of all the beautiful songs <br />And they knew not why <br />She sings so passionate of motherland <br /> <br />The wind howls and trees bow in awe <br />Men carry about them their wit <br />Aye, the little bird comes along with her scottish pride <br />And hers was a tale of heroine anyway!<br /><br />Matthias Pantaleon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scottish-pride/
