Lyrics Wolfe Tones - Song of the Celts

There's[Am] a blossom that blows that scoffs at the snows
And it[G] faces root fast the rage of the blast
It[Am] sweetens the sod no slave ever trod
Since the mountains[C] upreared their[G] alters to[Am] God
[Chorus]
The flower of the free the heather , the heather
The Britons the Scots the Irish together
The Manx and the Welsh and Cornish forever
Six nations are we all Celtic and free

Our blossom is red as the life's blood we shed
For liberty's cause against alian laws
With Lochiel and O'Neill and Llewellyn drew steel
For Alba's and Eirn's and Cambria's weal

Let the Saxon and Dane bear the rule o're the plain
On the hem of God's robe is our scepter and globe
For the Lord of all light revealed in the height
For heaven and earth rose up in the sight