Presenter's, stars and rosary

We were nothing but shipwrecked

The hungry heirs of hardship

They were calling us the Wild and the Free



And I pray still

I'll climb up the Union Hill

And taste the salt wind on my tongue

Hear the Hearach Psalms being sung

Feel the North Atlantic sun

Shine on, the Wild and the Free



I took my chances in Pittsburgh

Where Andy builds the fires

That shine across the Northern sea

He's building island creels, from Pittsburgh steel

He's fishing for the Wild and the Free



And I pray still

I'll climb up the Union Hill

And taste the salt wind on my tongue

Hear the Hearach Psalms being sung

Feel the North Atlantic sun

Shine on, the Wild and the Free



Blue water and the Cannach are stealing Solan geese

As August paints the Machair and the corn

But back in Pittsburgh, the steel price is rising

That's where the Wild and Free are born