From the land of Flanders the Flemish race came,

And settled the land that Scotland became.

They merged with the Celtic and upheld their throne,

‘Til time passed it on to kinsmen their own.

From here at this time the Seton name grew,

In power and fame, undaunted and true.

To the Crown Imperial to stand and uphold,

And defend to the death the Scotland of old.

For eight hundred years this loyalty stayed,

“Hazard Yet Forward”, ‘til England had played,

The last battle out in the north of Her soil,

And laid her to waste, and left Her to spoil.

With liberty gone, some went away.

While others had chosen to build and to stay.

We went to Ireland, a new home to find,

The prospects were dim, so we left it behind.

So across the ocean to Nova Scotia shore,

We journeyed to find, a new home once more.

It’s there that we stayed for almost two hundred years,

‘Til hardships and times awakened their fears.

To leave once again a long cherished home,

Though some yet did stay, others did roam.

To start over again like the motto inspires,

A time honoured sentiment that imagination fires.

Like that of our crest, the Wyvern so proud,

And the Charlemagnic Boulonge shield, three crescents cry loud.

It’s this spirit within us from dusk until dawn,

Regardless of spelling, our name yet lives on.

Our ancient family’s motto is our inspiration too,

Despite any peril, in betterment pursue,

Never ceasing to press on,

And remember our War cry, “A Seton, A Seton, Set On”.

Kenneth Robert Seton

© 1993