Its strains could bring remembrance back
To youthfu’ days at school;
Or mak’ us sigh for Scotia’s wrangs,
An’ Flodden’s day o’ dool.
He sang o’ beauty’s winsome wiles,
In mony a leesome theme,
An’ gather’d by his artless lays
A never-dying name.
While heather blooms on Scotia’s hills,
An’ burnies join the sea,