..... To honour flag and Country

The ancient Kirk stands by the road

That runs above the Bay,

Where tides, unceasing, rise and fall,

Where waves the lush marsh hay;

T'was there our grandsires haven found

From revolutions' sting,

Proud that they chose with firm resolve

To honour flag and king.

Log cabins rose as first abodes,

With fireplace, hearth and crane,

With moss calked tightly in the chinks

To fend the snow and rain;

From pine they shaped bed, bench and board,

And planted near at hand

The precious seed, from which they reaped

The first fruits of the land.

Now from the forest's virgin growth,

That pressed against the shore,

They laboured to hew timbers staunch

For wall and roof and floor;

Then builded well with axe and adze,

With hammer saw and plane,

That they might through their honest toil

A house of God attained.