Oh Nora, dear lass, with a smile so grand,
On this day of days, may ye take your stand.
Ye bright as the thistle in the morning light,
A beacon of joy, a pure delight.

With Lillian's tune, let the day unfold,
A tale of friendship, brave and bold.
Ye dance like the heather in the wild wind's call,
A spirit so free, ne'er to fall.

Oh Nora, ye bring laughter to the skies,
A twinkle of mischief in your eyes.
As the pipes do play and the world does sway,
May your heart be light this special day.

Here's a toast to you, ye fine-hearted wren,
In the arms of good cheer, again and again.
May the winds of fortune be ever in sight,
And Nora, my dear, shine ever so bright.