There’s no land like Scotland,
The fearless and free,
With her fair glens and mountains,
Her fair locks and fountains,
Her wild springing heather and modest blue bell,
No place in the world do I love half so well,
No place in the world do I love half so well,
Oh! sleepin’ or wakin’, where e’er I may be,
My thoughts aye are turning dear Scotland to thee,
Bright gem of the northern wave,