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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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,
In short, he and the Scotch have no way of redeeming the credit
of their understandings, but by avowing read more
In short, he and the Scotch have no way of redeeming the credit
of their understandings, but by avowing that they have been
consummate villains. Stavano bene; per star meglio, stanno qui.
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.
It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch
understanding.
It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch
understanding.
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!
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
Long read more
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.
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!
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?
