Whate'er his condition may be;
But feels a keen pang when he's forced to depart,
And a thrill when he comes back to thee.
For whatever thy faults, thou art dear to us all,
No matter what strange countries boast;
No blessings are there, that can ever compare;
With our home in thy sea-girdled coast.
Then here's to thyself, thou wee bonny land,
Here's a bumper, old England, to thee,
Brave sons and fair daughters shall join heart and