BATTLE HYMN OF FLEMING CLAN Tune: "Battle Hymn of the Republic"
The FLEMINGS dwelt in Flanders where the argent rivers flow
They crossed the sea with WILLIAM I a thousand years ago.
The pride we hold in Fleming sires will never cease to grow.
The Clan goes marching on!
Chorus: Glory to the Tribe Flandrensis,
Rydal, Biggar, Slane and Wigton.
Flemings are a grand old family!
The Clan goes marching on!
The Fleming blood is mingled with the royal bloods of old.
Each century our numbers have increased a hundred fold.
Of all the world's great families the Fleming's are pure gold.
The Clan goes marching on!
Our virile family cherishes traditions of the past.
With the world's great movements they have all our fortunes cast.
And when they pledge our honor they are loyal to the last.
The Clan goes marching on!
The Flemings fought at Hastings, Bannockburn and Waterloo;
In crusades to the Holy Land they marched as heroes do.
They died in seventy-six and nineteen-eighteen too.
The Clan goes marching on!
The Flemings hail from England, Scotland and the Emerald Isle.
We greet all our Cousins in that good old Saxon Style;
Blood's thicker than the water separating us awhile.
The Clan goes marchng on!
The Flemings all are loyal to the lands where they do live.
They love the flags of freedom and will follow them for aye.
The Flemings do their duty and they never run away.
The Clan goes marchng on!
The Fleming sons are ture and brave; the Fleming girls are sweet;
More noble sires and mothers you could never hope to meet.
The stories of their lives and deeds with pleasure we repeat.
The Clan goes marching on!
We must prove worthy of our place on the Fleming Family Tree.
Let Fleming standards with the highest in the world agree.
We owe a duty to the generations yet to be.
The Clan goes marching on!
An Example of a Fleming Crest
