One, two, one, two, one, two, halt! br Our pace in life is spelled by the rhythm br Of the song in our soul br And so 're the finest things br br The little bird sings of scottish pride; br Valour, honour and humour br All things imaginary br And the finest of them all br br The little bird sings of scottish pride br Of all the beautiful songs br And they knew not why br She sings so passionate of motherland br br The wind howls and trees bow in awe br Men carry about them their wit br Aye, the little bird comes along with her scottish pride br And hers was a tale of heroine anyway!br br Matthias Pantaleonbr br