Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Scotland
Scotland.
O Scotia! land of hill and dell,
Of daughters fair and sons I trew,
Whose Scottish blood their pulse would swell
The stern oppressor's power to quell,
For they to Freedom's cause are true.
Of daughters fair and sons I trew,
Whose Scottish blood their pulse would swell
The stern oppressor's power to quell,
For they to Freedom's cause are true.
Brave Caledonia 'gainst great Mars
Has struggled oft through mighty wars;
Met ever braved them all that she
Might gain for her posterity
A glorious blood-bought liberty.
Has struggled oft through mighty wars;
Met ever braved them all that she
Might gain for her posterity
A glorious blood-bought liberty.
Brave, brave old Isle amidst the main,
May'st thou still flourish, and maintain
Thy freedom, and thy wonted might,
Thy spirit bold, and honour bright,
Trusting thy God to guard thy right.
May'st thou still flourish, and maintain
Thy freedom, and thy wonted might,
Thy spirit bold, and honour bright,
Trusting thy God to guard thy right.