O Scotia! My Dear, My Native Soil!

My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heav'n Is Sent, Long May Thy Hardy Sons Of Rustic Toil Be Blest With Health, And Peace, And Sweet Content!

Mankind Is An Unco Squad And Muckle He May Grieve Thee.

O Scotia! My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heaven Is Sent

I Waive The Quantum O' The Sin, The Hazard Of Concealing; But, Och! It Hardens A' Within, And Petrifies The Feeling!

Wee, Sleekit, Cowrin, Tim'rous Beastie, O, What A Panic's In Thy Breastie!