From Russia's snows to Afric's sun
The race of spatriots is one;
One faith unites their alien blood--
"There's nothing to be said for mud."
Now we have the song of the Wee Frees. I wanted this to be rather
pathetic, but I'm not sure that I haven't overdone it. The symbolism,
though, is well-nigh perfect, and, after all, the symbolism is the
chief thing. This goes to the tune of "Annie Laurie":--