SCOTLAND
1
My heart is in Scotland, wi' nature sae grand,
Which seemed to me aince, my ain happy land:
When I gazed on the blue lake, and clomb the high brow;
It was my ain land then, and sae' it seems now.
2
I lov'd thee auld Scotland;—the mountain and flood;
I lov'd the famed spots, where thy standard aince stood;
The blood fields of Flodden, and famed Bannockburn;
And I wish her foes visits may never return.—
3
I love thee auld Scotland, the mountain and glen,
The bonniest o' lasses, and hailest o' men;
I love thy scotch beauties, in tartans sae bra,
The sweetest o' women, the world ever saw.
4
My heart's in thee Scotland, my heart's I' the north,
The birthplace o' valor, the country o' worth;
In lands 'yont the sun;—and wherever I rove,
Thy health, and prosperity,—'tis Scotland I love.
5
Here's a health to auld Scotland, I ne'er wish her ill,
I left her in freedom, and wish her free still;
Let her earn her ain living, and wear her ain claes,
And her worst lot be still, wi' her second hand faes.
July 18th 1844
