Our bond, as strong as leather,
loyal, as sound as a bell,
if we now stick together
we sure won’t go to hell.
By being kind forever
we’ll break whatever spell.
We won’t be parting, never.
Our strength, no one could tell.
If we just stick together,
our hearts warm cell by cell.
In serving love to each other
no meal would taste farewell.
From typical Scottish weather
we drank rain as it fell.
In being an honest mother,
our faith we proudly yell.
That’s why we stick together.
God’s warmth then finds us well.
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November 2, 2016