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.