Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed
over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no
greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out
on't, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would
a hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia] for we are all
one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more
comfort of them there than we do here.
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The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road
that leads him to England.
The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road
that leads him to England.
In all my travels I never met with any one Scotchman but what was
a man of sense. I read more
In all my travels I never met with any one Scotchman but what was
a man of sense. I believe everybody of that country that has
any, leaves it as fast as they can.
Give me but one hour of Scotland,
Let me see it ere I die.
- William read more
Give me but one hour of Scotland,
Let me see it ere I die.
- William Edmondstoune Aytoun,
That knuckle-end of England--that land of Calvin, oat-cakes, and
sulphur.
That knuckle-end of England--that land of Calvin, oat-cakes, and
sulphur.
The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride;
True is the charge, nor by themselves denied.
Are read more
The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride;
True is the charge, nor by themselves denied.
Are they not then in strictest reason clear,
Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here?
Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
If there's a hole in read more
Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede you tent it:
A chield's amang you takin notes,
And, faith, he'll prent it.
Now the summer's in prime
Wi' the flowers richly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
read more
Now the summer's in prime
Wi' the flowers richly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
A' the moorlands perfuming.
To own dear native scenes
Let us journey together,
Where glad innocence reigns
'Mang the braes o' Balquhither.
O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy read more
O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band,
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
It's guid to be merry and wise,
It's guid to be honest and true,
It's guid to read more
It's guid to be merry and wise,
It's guid to be honest and true,
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,
And bide by the buff and the blue!
