The Cotter's Saturday Night.
He wales a portion with judicious care;
And "Let us worship God," he says with solemn air.
The Cotter's Saturday Night.
Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise,
Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name.
The Cotter's Saturday Night.
From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs,
That makes her loved at home, revered abroad:
Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,