Scotia

My lovely...

Scotia...

When sitting here this nicht alane...
And thinking thochts baith daft and sane...
And wondering whar the hell I¹ve gane...
Since leaving....
Scotia...

Ye wee cauld place that harbours such...
A fierce proud race that nane can touch...
Ye¹ve given this warld sae very much...
My lovely...
Scotia...

My tears doon fa when on I think...
O¹ Highborn Lord or Low Bred Tink...
The twa baith different...but a link...
Wi¹ my dearest...
Scotia...

My tortured mind and crying heart...
The thoct o¹ having to depart...
O precious memory... such thou art...
My misty...
Scotia...

My wild Northeast o¹ red sandstane...
Whar lonely castle stands alane...
Proud in the memory... not in vain...
The struggle for...
Scotia...

Land o¹ my birth and constant pride...
Ye¹ll be forever at my side...
When into Death¹s embrace I¹ll stride...
And think of naught...but...
Scotia...