Inspired by the poem Native Companions, by John Neilson.
On the blue plains in wintry days,
The stately birds move in the dance.
Keen eyes have they, and quint old ways,
On the blue plains in wintry days.
The wind, their unseen Piper plays,
They strut, salute, retreat, advance;
On the blue plains, in wintry days,
These stately birds move in the dance.