Verse 1 – Ross-shire Dawn Where the Highlands meet the northern sea, Where the cold winds cross the land, Rose the clan of Ross in the crimson dawn, With the sword and the shield in hand. Verse 2 – The Northern Earls From ancient halls in Ross-shire strong, Where the banners burned like flame, Came the warriors proud of the Ross bloodline, Guardians of their name. Verse 3 – The Red Banner Raise the red and black to the Highland sky, Let the northern pipes be loud, For the sons and daughters of Ross will stand Unbroken and proud. Verse 4 – The Feuds of the North Through the glens of war and the misty lochs, Where the rival banners flew, Clan Ross held fast to the Highland soil When the storm of battle grew. Verse 5 – Trials of the Clan Through hunger years and the clash of steel, Through the fire and the storm-torn night, Still the clan of Ross held the northern hills With courage and ancient might. Verse 6 – The Turning Tide But the winds of time began to change, And the world grew vast and wide, So the clans of Ross left Highland shores With the ocean as their guide. Verse 7 – Across the Isles Through the Hebrides and the Irish coasts, Where the wild Atlantic roars, They carried the red banner far from home To distant windswept shores. Verse 8 – Across the Sea Through the rolling waves of the western world, With hope in every cry, The name of Ross sailed with the wind Under foreign skies. Verse 9 – New Worlds Rising To the forests deep of Canada’s north, To America’s frontier flame, The clan of Ross carved new paths in stone Still honoring their name. Verse 10 – Wanderers of the North From Highland hills to far-off lands, Where the long roads twist and roam, Every step the wandering clan would take Still carried the Highlands home. Verse 11 – Rebel Spirit Electric strings and Highland drums Rolling through the night, The rebel heart of the Ross clan beats With ancient Highland might. Verse 12 – The Story Endures Through every tale and every song, Through every banner unfurled, The story of Ross still rides the wind Across the changing world. Verse 13 – Celtic Blood Knots and tartans, pipes and drums, The ancient spirals remain, Every thread of the Highland cloth Carries memory and flame. Verse 14 – Clan of the North From Ross-shire hills to distant shores, Through centuries fierce and proud, The winds still whisper through the northern glens— The name of Ross aloud. Verse 15 – Final Anthem Raise the pipes and strike the strings, Let the Highland thunder cry, For the clan of Ross still rides the storm— And their banner will never die.
