" BATTLE HYMN OF BROOKS CLAN " (Tune:"Battle Hymn of the Republic") in a good old fashioned name; The name of Brooks shines very high; upon the scroll of fame. For nearly all the Tribe of Brooks; pursue a lofty aim. The clan goes marching on. Glory, glory to our family; Brooks. our clan, all true and loyal;- our good name, we hold with honor. The clan goes marching on. John Brooks, with his wife Susan; were the leaders of our clan; Their six sons, who came with them; from England to this land; Joab,Thomas, Mark,John,Jr.; and Isaac sired our clan, The Clan goes marching on. In seventy six, five hundred kinsmen; fought to right a wrong; sixty towns now bear our name; So, let us sing our song. The Clan goes marching on. When danger threatens country; or a battle to be won; Brave sons of Brooks are there; and ne'er a kindsman did run;- The sons of Brooks have courage; all foes or tasks to face. The Clan goes marching on. Our daughters all are lovely; with their beauty and their grace; our wives are loyal partners; who share this life we face; Our mothers love is ever; a blessing to embrace.- The clan goes marching on In England, Wales and Scotland; and the Emerald Isle as well; In U.S.A. and Canada; in city, plain and dell; Where English tongue is spoken; that is where our kinsmen dwell. The Clan goes marching on. Now once a year we gather, all cousins of the clan; We honor all our fathers, who settled this great land: The name of Brooks is written here, a strong and happy clan.- The Clan goes marching on. |