In bonnie Scotland, so green and fair, The hills and lochs are beyond compare. The bagpipes play a merry tune, And the haggis is served up at noon.

The castles are grand, with towers so high, And the tartan kilts make the Scotsmen sigh. The heather blooms in shades of purple, And the thistles stand tall, so regal.

The Loch Ness Monster lurks in the deep, While the Highland cows graze and sleep. The Scottish people are kind and true, And their accents are music to hear anew.

So let us raise a glass of Scotch, And toast to Scotland, with a watchful watch. For in this land of beauty and grace, We find a home, a warm embrace.