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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.
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.
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!
Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom
Nor forced him wander, but confine him home.
Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom
Nor forced him wander, but confine him home.
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.
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,
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.
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.
