Heart of Oak

Heart of Oak, well-seasoned wood,

I can feel your presence;

My breast has been your hiding place,

My fathers’ blood, your sustenance

You are our unity and our continuity

Though some may seek to hide,

You are our truest side,

Heart of Oak

Your ancient roots are flawed by years,

Yet they run deep in native soil;

Both good and bad we all must face

For ‘tis the harvest of our toil

It matters not from whence we came;

All your children bare your brand

To fracture now would be but waste;

Together let us always stand

When tyrants tried to pierce you through,

You drove them back with fiery pride;

Let not your fatal hour be

The consequence of suicide

Our fickle world is set for change,

To change the world for change’s sake;

We’re told to look the other way,

To bend our honour lest we break

But in the end, unthinking change

Measures out a petty price;

The greatest worth is in the heart

Of constancy and sacrifice

You are our unity and our continuity

Though some may seek to hide,

You are our truest side,

God save this nation’s pride,

Heart of Oak

"Your ancient roots.....run deep in native soil......"