My nation’s spirit is my Queen br She rules majestic, evergreen br Caledonia’s voice for whom I sing br Immortal muse, my verses bring! br br Oft at the dawn I’d pensive stray br To while some laden cares away br Far, far from the city throng br I’d hear your voice in votive song br br Some lilting air of ethereal grace br Soft and gentle from a distant place br Like perfume carried on the breeze br Hypnotic, dancing thru the trees br br I almost feel and touch your form br A ghostly spirit before the storm br You deck with flowers the sultry wild br You dream of a nation reconciled: br br Exiled from their hearts and mind br You call to them who walk behind br Blind they sleepwalk through the snows br Unseen, your tears are soft repose br br Your bard’s great work we celebrate br Grey silver backs inebriate: br The work of Burns shall be done br When Caledonia's FREEDOM's won.