May their memories long be cherished
Round our humble cottage fires.”
To the critical eye of John Bull the scene would appear different; and could he have sung as pithily in the vernacular speech of Auld Scotland, his vocal description would have been thus severely censorious—
“Land of ancient bloody tyrants,
Sneaking traitors deep and sly;
Land of thieving ‘Heclan’ teevils,’
Kilted rogues and stolen kye.
Land o’ bribes and kirks and bastards,
Saints and lasses awfu’ frail.