The Macs of Scotland are a hardy lot
Due to the nature of the place
Soil that barely covers the rock
And wind that stings the face.
A hard existence though it be
The family managed to thrive
Learned to live on just enough
On less they couldn’t survive.
The elements didn’t drive a part away
Nor the hate of a country home
‘Twas the burning of young men’s blood
To pack their things and roam.
The eldest brother proposed the step
On a cold and stormy day
“Who’s game to board a sailin’ ship
“To America across the way?”
And so the Adventure Begins...
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