..... 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.