Today in March with grey dawn’s break,
A nation slumbers, not yet awake.
Our dreams on hold

In Alba.

Strange is the day we await to rise,
As strange Vows fail before our eyes.
But stranger still is

This Alba.

But songs of hope we still shall sing,
By our hands that hope we shall bring,
And the sun shall shine on

Our Alba.

Song of this land, we feel your call,
Your touch gently shall yet reach all,
Soon shall we live in

Saor Alba.

Poem after “Cassilda’s Song” by Robert W. Chambers

Custom whisky glass from Glencairn