Here hangs an open landscapenA wild and huge frontiernFrom a harsh and a barren wastelandnThrough the grave to the promised fieldnnYou came, you trapped, you chartednYou laid the railraods and the schemesnAnd you tamed this land by enterprisenAnd by the power of your dreamsnnFrom the olden coasts of IrelandnFrom the Hebridean shoresnWith the forgotten chosen onesnRunning from Europe in drovesnnThere's a town in ManitobanThey say the windows touch the skynBut across the brine the shipyards closenIn this garden flowers diennStill the homelands divide usnLike your blood red brothers of the plainsnBut where they grieve a candle still burnsnA prayer from a flicker to a flamennBut you made this Clan greatnAnd you made this nation bloomnAnd you rosenWith your people through the new worldnLike a rocket to the moon