New World Celts
Many years ago in lands of
misty green
Our Fathers lost their families, their Homes and all their Dreams
Many died from Famine, which lay to Waste their lands
And many More were pushed Away by bloodied Aenglish hands.
They Journeyed 'cross the oceans with their women and their mates
To Canada, New Zealand, Australia and the 'States.
There among the cities, coal mines and hot steel mills
The Cymry found their Place to work in Pennsylvania Hills.
The Scots would be good Statesmen, or Burly Engineers
And here they prayed to God without feeling Cov’nant fears.
The Irishmen would bravely fight in a War on Slavery
In Hopes that this would also mean that they would too be Free
All three owed naught to royalty bereft of well-earned Guilt
But knew the Price of Freedom meant their precious Blood be spilt.
But still they wrote and signed their Names that all Men would soon see
These United Lands of Liberty, the Homelands of the Free
From the Blighted fields of the Emerald Isle and from Culloden's Moor
From mines in Wales and Prison walls, they came upon these Shores
They knew they would be Free Men, nae to another Bound
And there emerged Four Nations, like no others to be found
These Stalwart Celtic People were tough and strong of Heart
W'ther Irish, Scot or Cymry, they gave all a brand new start
Dragon of Red, gold Harp on Green, and the White Cross of Andrew
Now four flags flying o’er Celts of the West, hued red & white & blue
Will join in rounds of hearty Toasts: that Darkness never fall
On a Land where Scots and Irish and Cornish are Carefree
And that Manx & Welsh & Bretons and distant Galatians be
Always treated as our Brothers when we gather in Ceilidh
And that we All enjoy good health and forevermore are Free
“Do ‘n Ur Domhan!” “To the New World!”
(do an urh Du-in)
Do ‘n Ur Domhan Ceiltich!” “To the New World Celts!”
(do an urh Du-in Keltic)
Mike Dunlap, From the song by Jim Burgess and Mickie Wildstar