Flower Of My Fathers Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Immortalised in silver, gold
Songs are sung and stories told
In sculpted stone, a work of art
You’re carved in every Scotsman’s heart.

To us you’re more than just a flower
You give us strength and honour, power
Long may you adorn our fields
And may your glory never yield.

As young Scots lay upon their back,
Asleep as Danes made their attack
They trod your spiny stems and yelled
And every Dane that night was felled.

The emblem of the proudest race
There’s nothing else can take your place
Your purple heads and spiny stems
You’re the richest of all Scottish gems.