With moistened eye, they
To cross the mighty oceans to a new free place to dwell,
Farewell to their beloved glens, as they sank beneath the waves,
Aware this great adventure could end in early graves.
For they were on
"The Blenheim" bound for New Zealand shores,
Where they could live in freedom without restrictive laws.
A place where they could build a life and raise a family.
As told to them when they were young, by the "Man from Galilee".
T'was the year of '40,
they left their weeping mothers.
They left behind their fathers, their friends, their sisters, brothers.
Ne'er to be seen again, in this their mortal term,
Oh, hearts must ache, salt tears must well, as away they journ.
At last on Christmas Day
with eyes steadfastly set,
They entered Port Nicholson, the anchor chain was let.
"The Blenheim" rode the gentle breeze and swung to the ebbing tide,
The voyagers knelt and prayed, and the shore was keenly eyed.
"The People of The
Blenheim", as they are always known,
Put down deep roots, and these have strongly grown,
They've made New Zealand strong and true, a place of great vitality.
They brought the "Highland" ways with them, of home and hospitality.
For they were the
"People of The Blenheim", "Bravehearts" every one.
Drawn from all the "Highlands", but mostly "Cameron".
The gifts they brought and passed to us, let they be not temporary,
May we protect and foster them, for many and many a century.
of yester year, from whom we all descend,
Gave us their strength of character, and this we must defend.
Of the purity of Love and Truth to strive for high ideal,
Let not us harm it or disgrace the great name of "Lochiel".
In every corner of this
land, their mark has duly spread,
All walks of life and enterprise, their names do daily tread.
And they're still "The Blenheim People", "The People of the
Another step along the way of "The March of The Cameron Men"!