Poems by Robert Nicoll Second edition: with numerous additions, and a memoir of the author |
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THE THISTLE. |
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THE THISTLE.
By the Thistle we'll stand while there's blood in our veins:
We carena who loses—we carena who gains;
For our side is ta'en; an', while reason remains,
We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.
We carena who loses—we carena who gains;
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We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.
Chorus—
Put your foot to mine,Heart and hand let us join
To stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.
May it flourish! its hame is our dear native land;
While there's life in ilk heart—while there's strength in ilk hand,
Be 't by night or by day—be 't by sea or by land,
We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.
While there's life in ilk heart—while there's strength in ilk hand,
Be 't by night or by day—be 't by sea or by land,
We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.
While we hallow the graves o' the free an' the brave—
While the land hath a stream, while the sea hath a wave—
While the bold are the free, while the coward's a slave—
We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.
While the land hath a stream, while the sea hath a wave—
While the bold are the free, while the coward's a slave—
We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.
For the love of the maiden, the praise of the free—
For the blessings that father an' mother will gi'e—
For the hames that are dear baith to thee and to me,
We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.
For the blessings that father an' mother will gi'e—
For the hames that are dear baith to thee and to me,
We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.
By Freedom! our aith—be 't in peace or in war—
We'll mak' Honour an' Scotland our bright guiding star;
An' till valleys lie low, where our wild mountains are,
We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.
We'll mak' Honour an' Scotland our bright guiding star;
An' till valleys lie low, where our wild mountains are,
We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.
Chorus—
Put your foot to mine,Heart and hand let us join
To stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.
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