The Cora Lynn yet sings the dirge
And deeds of Wallace wight; Whilst Bannockburn still echoes forth
Who bravely died for right.
Oh! beauteous, tender mountain land!
Where'er thy children roam, Along their lives the heartstrings thrill
To tune of "Home! sweet Home!"
Thy halls of learning grace the earth,
And dignify the name Which side by side hath ever stood
With honor, truth and fame.
Thy sons, who now with strong, right arm
The stone and hammer wield, Type well the sires who glory gained,
Or perished on the field.
Now, three cheers for our Highland Chief!
Three more for the Macneill![Note] Three for all those who fondly prize
The land we love sae weel!
And three cheers for our noble Queen!
Who from the Bruce descends; Whose life, attuned to sympathy,
A nation's love defends.
SKYE.
Hail to the clime of the mist and the mountain!
Of cataract foaming in boisterous glee; Hail to Cuchullin! proud-peering through cloudland,
In red, rocky grandeur, from sea unto sea. Fair isle of the patriot, the sage and the songster!
Thou shrine of the deeds of the noble and brave! Who lived for their kinsmen, who died for their country;
Whose ashes repose in a far, foreign grave.