Buried in this soil Are roots that go deep Like scars etched in the earth Ancient wounds, a reminder Of a distant age When the heart of the mountain Pounded in every proud mans chest Of forgotten oath When blood and honour Spoke to every true man's soul "Scotia's thistle guards the grave Where repose her dauntless brave Never yet the foot of a slave Has trod the wilds of Scotia" * Buried in this soil Are roots that go deep Like scars etched in the earth Ancient wounds, a reminder Of a distant age When the heart of the mountain Pounded in every proud mans chest Of forgotten oath When blood and honour Spoke to every true man's soul Never forget Their sacrifice Never forget Their sacrifice Roots go deep Like scars! Scars go deep Like roots! Roots go deep Like scars! Scars go deep Like roots! Like scars!