There's a blossom that blows, that scoffs at the snows
And it faces root fast the rage of the blast
It sweetens the sod, no slave ever trod
Six mountains of prayer their altar to God

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The flower of the free, the heather, the heather
The Bretons and Scots and Irish together
The Manx and the Welsh and Cornish forever
Six nations are we, proud Celtic and free

Our blossom is red as the life's blood we shed
And for liberty's cause against alien laws
When Lochiel and O'Neill and Llewellyn drew steel
For Alba and Erin and Cambria's weal

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The flower of the free, the heather, the heather
The Bretons and Scots and Irish together
The Manx and the Welsh and Cornish forever
Six nations are we, proud Celtic and free

Let the Saxon and Dane bear the rule o'er the plain
And the hem of God's robe is their sceptre and globe
And the lord of all light, revered in his height
For heaven and earth blows up in his sight
[Chorus]
The flower of the free, the heather, the heather
The Bretons and Scots and Irish together
The Manx and the Welsh and Cornish forever
Six nations are we, proud Celtic and free