The Roarin' Game.

    The roarin' game, the roarin' game,
    From Scotland's bonnie land it came,
    The land of loch and firth and ben,
    And comely dames and stalwart men;
    It crossed the broad Atlantic tide
    With Scots who came to dwell this side,
    And bring our country wealth and fame,
    The roarin' game, the roarin' game.

    The roarin' game, the roarin' game
    Makes every land to Scotsmen "hame";
    Where'er the winter's breath congeals
    The water, see the sturdy "chiels"
    With "stane" and besom play and sweep,
    Intently gaze, and shout and leap,
    With genial fervor all aflame: -
    The roarin' game, the roarin' game.

    The roarin' game, the roarin' game,
    Though stupid folk may think it tame,
    Affect the smile that wisdom casts
    On rattle-brained enthusiasts,
    And jest in condescending tones
    Of boys and marbles, men and stones;
    'Tis fine enjoyment just the same,
    The roarin' game, the roarin' game.

    The roarin' game, the roarin' game
    Its meed of praise may justly claim:
    As firm as ice upon the pond
    It is of hearts a brother bond;
    It trains us to be wise and true
    In all we undertake to do,
    And fits for every higher aim,
    The roarin' game, the roarin' game,

    The roarin' game, the roarin' game
    Will never give us cause for shame,
    No shattered nerves and aching heads,
    Bad consciences and nameless dreads,
    But health and strength and minds serene
    And kindly hearts and friendly mien:
    No honest tongue will e'er defame
    The roarin' game, the roarin' game.