O'erhung with birk and sloe.
The battle-mound, the border-tower,
That Scotia's annals tell:
Thy martyr's grave, the lover's bower—
To each—to all—farewell!
Home of our hearts! our father's home!
Land of the brave and free!
The keel is flashing through the foam
That bears us far from thee.
We seek a wild and distant shore