Wave grandly old banner, baptised in blood,
Great heroes have borne thee through fire and through flood,
The brave have gone forth to the fields of the slain,
When tyranny threatened thy beauty to stain.

Oh, joyous and free, on the breezes unfold,
Show proudly thy motto in letters of gold,
Thou flag of the mighty, thou flag of the true,
Thou flag of our fathers, so bonnie and blue.

Stream high on our towers, for to-day to our Hall
Come the sons of the free, whom no power could enthrall;
Who down through the ages, made Scotia ring,
With “The Crown and the Covenant,” of Jesus, our King.

Oh, wreathe we with roses, dear Cameron's name,
And in letters of gold write the scroll of their fame,
The patriot band, who so gallant and true,
Kept the flag of our fathers so bonnie and blue.

Our freedom to-day has been purchased by those
Who held it aloft from the reach of its foes;
Ye sons of the sires who enfranchised our land,
We welcome, and hail ye, with heart and with hand.

Thrice armed they rose, and withstood every shock,
As the waves in their wrath are withstood by the rock;
Through “Wellwood's green valley” their blood did bedew,
They aye kept the banner so bonnie and blue.

Then shoulder to shoulder, and hand clasped in hand,
Let us stem every torrent of wrong in our land;
God's love in our hearts, like an orient beam,
On our towers the blue flag in its glory will stream.

There's over us hov'ring God's beautiful Dove,
As gladly we join in sweet kindness and love,
And vow heart and hand to be faithful and true,
To the flag of our fathers, so bonnie and blue.