How fitting that each year we see
Our Clansmen gather at Glenshee
To honour there auld Thomaidh Mor,
And all our line, since days of yore.
The Spittal of Glenshee has seen
What such a lineage can mean.
Each August sees our growing band
Renew its ties to Finegand.
So listen, all ye Clan-less waifs,
Pay heed as this Scot Bard vouchsafes:
To give full meaning to your life,
Be true to Clan as to your wife!
The Scotsman’s heart is a mystery
That fills the pages 0f history.
Though robbed and routed by Englishmen,
The Scots kept rising to fight again.
Their country’s small, but its men are large;
In countless battles, they’ve led the charge!
Outnumbered, oft, from the very start
They’ve held the field with their Scottish heart.
With pipers leading them in the fray,
With pikes and broadswords in proud array,
The bravest warriors, Scotsmen true,
Their Scottish heart is what sees them through.
From that day on, dear Scotland
Has embraced internal strife,
With leaders gaining office
By their predecessor’s life.
But here, in Clan MacThomas,
We’re a kinder, gentler crew,
Who really hate to brag about
The folks auld Thomaidh slew.
Our clan is small but loyal,
And we view our past with pride;
Our home is in the Highlands,
Though they come from far and wide.
We share a love of Scotland,
Though she’s modified her ways;
Yet still we thrill retelling
All those tales 0f early days.