All hail to Scotia land of mirth
The voice of freedom gave it birth,
Its song will never cease to climb
Where ever freemen march in time.
The song that wakes our morning light
It will remain forever bright,
Transcending all the ills of men
As freedom rings through every glen.
The land where freedom's never dead
On fields where Bruce and Wallace bled
Where brave hearts died for victory;
Now kings and poets wander free.
All hail to Scotia land of mirth
Where freemen reconcile their birth,
Still burning bright Caledonia's fire
The joy of all our heart's desire. |