June 19th, 1890.
Scotia’s Sons! We love to meet thee,
And with hearty feelings greet thee;
You have come in a right good flock
To this progressive town, Woodstock.
And Scottish clans, noble order,
Here they meet from o’er the border;
From greatest of Republics, south,
That vast land of wondrous growth.
We will not call them foreign nation,
For they are our own blood relation,
And this gathering all so grand
Is welcomed by Clan Sutherland.
The Highland men of Illinois,
Tn our old age increased our joys,
Making us an honorary member,
Their kindness we will e’er remember.
And may you often meet together,
From land of whin and broom and heather;
Wallace, and Bruce, and Burns, and Scott,
Are names should never be forgot.
And Zorra’s fame is heard afar,
Victorious in each tug of war;
All loved the little boys and girls
In Highland dress and waving curls.
And you have chose Canadian
For the chief of your Royal Clan,
And you will find that Sutherland,
Is one who ably will command. 35