Generous the kings, giving gifts of gold To the bards most eloquent, to the heroes bold; Generous the poor, giving their few dimes To the weak and suffering of the modern times. Brave the warlike clan, fighting mighty foes For the praise of mortal folk and the gods above; Brave the working man, every day he goes Into mine or factory, risking life for love. Loyal the old priest, never would renounce Faith of ancient ancestors, lonely did he fare; Loyal the bank clerk, keeping his accounts, Wealth of all his customers safe within his care. Beautiful the maid, Celtic born and bred, White of skin and bright of eye, with her hair unbound; Beautiful all maids, black or brown or red, Never was there limit to where beauty may be found. Truthful was the bard, singing in the age When invaders' law said truth and song were deadly crimes; Truthful is the scribe, risking power's rage To expose political corruption in the Times.