The sun peeps o’er the Scotsman’s land
Where Scottish hills fine views command
And music lively fills the air
Thro’ bonnie glens that all do share

Fine whisky here flows free and sweet
And Tartan wraps in every street
Where Stonehenge stands firm and old
So many days in blue and gold

Behold the beauty o’er yon lake
The Royal Scots come rest and take
Where crowds at Highland games do play
For pipers lead the lively fray