Where cadence of the martyrs' hymn
Bright seraphim revoiced, As e'en from moorland, fen and cave
Old Scotia's saints rejoiced.
Where ruin mocks those hoary towers
In which mailed knight held sway; Beside the peaceful cottage door,
Type of this better day.
Bright silvery lochs! dark frowning crags!
Which Scotia's history tell; Ye impress on my heart of hearts
The land I love so well.
And, through the golden glory-glist
O'er mount, and rock and fell, There smileth up to Memory's eyes
The dear, Scotch Heatherbell.
BONNIER.
Oh! bonnie is the tender licht
Within the lovers' een; But, bonnier a soul that's bricht,
A conscience ever clean. And braw the form o' manly youth,
Wi' bearing firm and free; Yet, grander far the lip o' truth,
And heart o' constancy.
Oh! radiant gleam the marble halls
And mausoleums o' pride; But kindlier the love-licht falls
Around mine ain fireside. And blithe the merry mavis' sang
Ower copse, an' clover lea; Yet, cheerier tones I'll lilt ere lang,
Through a' eternity.