Fair Scotland, famed for hills and glens Where the heather blooms and sweet tones fens The salmon play and the eagles soar Seeking lofty heights on distant shore

We bask in tweed and tartan wear Whilst highland cattle roam without fear On hills and glens with wind and rain We find an abode where light remains

Ne’er can we tire of Scotland’s splendor As wildflowers blossom in May’s tender Striking panoramas that gift our view Tis the land of beauty— Scotland’s due!