O HAD each Scot of ancient times

And everything is blythe and glad,But I am fu’ o’ care.Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonie bird,That sings upon the bough;Thou minds me o’ the happy daysWhen my fause Luve was true:Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonie bird,That sings beside thy mate;For sae I sat, and sae I sang,And wist na o’ my fate.Aft hae…

What heart o’ stane wad thou na move,Sae helpless, sweet, and fair?November hirples o’er the lea,Chill, on thy lovely form:And gane, alas! the shelt’ring tree,Should shield thee frae the storm.May He who gives the rain to pour,And wings the blast to blaw,Protect thee frae the driving show’r,The bitter frost and snaw.May He, the friend o’…

Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here;My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I go.Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow;Farewell to the straths and green…

And to the wealthy boobyPoor Woman sacrifice!Meanwhile, the hapless DaughterHas but a choice of strife;To shun a tyrant Father’s hate—Become a wretched Wife.The ravening hawk pursuing,The trembling dove thus flies,To shun impelling ruin,Awhile her pinions tries;Till, of escape despairing,No shelter or retreat,She trusts the ruthless Falconer,And drops beneath his feet.

There’s wooden walls upon our seas,And volunteers on shore, Sir:The Nith shall run to Corsincon,And Criffel sink in Solway,Ere we permit a Foreign FoeOn British ground to rally!We’ll ne’er permit a Foreign FoeOn British ground to rally!O let us not, like snarling curs,In wrangling be divided,Till, slap! come in an unco loun,And wi’ a rung…

His fau’ts they a’ in Latin lay,In English nane e’er kent them.