In bonnie Scotland, so green and fair, The hills and glens are everywhere. The lochs are deep, the skies are blue, And the heather blooms in purple hue.

The bagpipes play a merry tune, As we dance beneath the shining moon. The haggis is our favourite dish, And neeps and tatties make it delish.

The castles stand so tall and grand, With stories of battles and brave command. The tartan kilts we proudly wear, Show our clan and heritage so rare.

Oh Scotland, land of ancient lore, We love you more and more and more. From Edinburgh to the Isle of Skye, We’ll sing your praises till the day we die.