Now play with pride, proud heads held high
 
 
And march as conquerors of a king,
 
 
You too are brave as they that gave
 
 
You reasons for this gathering thing!

So fifers fife, and drummers drum
Your songs ’til hell and earth are done

   

Then send your message to the sun
And worlds that from where heroes come

    

  

Gay hornpipes, jigs and reels

still bring a swaggering strut to everything that lives and laughs and loves and sings,

A strut that even humbled kings.

The bold and brave that played these tunes
That echo now on older moons

       

 

Are glad their music has not fled
To other worlds as they when dead.

 

 

Back home to hear on Muster day

 The stirring songs that once they played

 

And view the Ancients grand parade

From secret shadow, silent shade.

 

by Bobby O’Brien 1929 – 1977

           

 The shrill of fifes with air did fight

And wrestled ears on whirling heads

 

 

The beat of drums did thunder run

To summon home brave heroes dead