Scotia’s sons to-night we meet thee, + 

With kindly feelings we do greet thee, + 

In honor of the land of heather, + 

Around this board to-night we gather. + 

Land where the fields for border edges, + 

Have garlands of blooming hedges, + 

Land of the whin and of the broom + 

And where the bonnie blue bells bloom. + 

Land where you may enraptured hark + 

To heavenly song of the skylark, + 

Which soars triumphant in the skies + 

Above the gaze of human eyes. + 

Land of bleak hills and fertile dales, + 

Where they tell oft their fairy tales, + 

Land where the folks do love the kirk + 

And on the Sabbath cease from work. + 

Land of porridge and of brose, + 

Of blue bonnets and of tartan hose, + 

The land where all good wives do bake + 

The thrifty, wholesome, oaten cake. + 

We hope some day to tread the strand + 

Of our own dear native land, + 

And see the lasses shear the corn + 

Near the banks of the Findhorn. + 

Where the Jeans and the Maggies + 

Excel in making glorious baggies, + 

And o’er the sea we’ll some day sail + 

To get a bowl of good green kail. + 