Scotland enters—
In bonnie Scotland, our own rugged land,
Where moors and mountains are so wild and grand,
We go most soberly to our dear kirk
And hear the sermons—rather serious work
For us it is sometimes—but still we love
To hear the story of the Lord above.
No Christmas tree we have, but quiet giving.
We trust to goodness in our daily living.
Ireland—(Speaking to England and Scotland as he joins them.)