Three crosses woven, bold and bright,
St George in red, St Andrew white,
St Patrick’s saltire laid between,
Upon the flag where kings have been.
A banner born of storm and sea,
Of island hearts and history,
Three patron saints in cloth entwined,
Three ancient peoples, fate combined.
It flew through cannon smoke and rain,
Through years of glory, loss, and pain,
Yet still it dances in the sky,
Beneath the same old northern cry.
Glory – to God’s might! Who gave us such a sight!
Smith Shine Poetry 