East and South my children scatter,
North and West the world they wander,
Yet they come back to me,
Come with their brave hearts beating,
Longing to die for me,
Me, the grey, old, weary Mother,
Throned amid the northern waters,
Where they have died for me,
Died with their songs around me,
Girding my shores for me.
Narrow was my dwelling for them,
Homes they builded o’er the ocean,
Yet they leave all for me,
Hearing their Mother calling,
Bringing their lives for me.
Far from South Seas swiftly sailing,
Out from under stars I know not,
Come they to fight for me,
Sons of the sons I nurtured,
God keep them safe for me!
Long ago their fathers saved me,
Died for me among the heather,
Now they come back to me,
Come, in their children’s children ...
Brave of the brave for me.