Fair Scotland, ‘neath the Northern skies, O’er lochs and glens ‘twere nought surprising To spy a deer, all charging fast, Through fields and meadows ever dancing.

Though winds be chill and sea be deep, Still warm the hearts of Scots who bravely keep The land of heroes and of fame, Where valor reigns and beauty’s flame.

Though kilts and bagpipes speak of pride, Centuries of custom deep abide, From families of Highland greens, To rolling lowland streams.

Scotland’s friend in peace or woe, Love’s sweetest gifts here we bestow. Each setting sun still shall proclaim Our pride for Scotland and its name.