O Scotland of beauty, thou art the best The fairest of places far north of the West Thine landscape of crags, hills and glens abound And fields of heather in colors abound

Ye Highland folk staunch, brave, and true Have bided fast through ages anew Their courage and heart of cerulean hue Sure make a country so fair as you

Thy history of kings and auld clans Be ne’er forgotten by thine own hands And yon castles of yore they still stand Be they atop hill or hillside grand

And from Scotland do the most glorious sounds hark The skirl of the pipes melt the heart of a lark Graceful Gaelic complete thy lore The emblem of Bonnie Scotland for evermore.