I hear the sangs
o a trauchelt land
Laments and war sangs
frae the pages o history
sing o wounds deep seated
and bluidy
Aa wha luve this land
maun tak tent o thon
but niver let thaim be the
maisters
Niver let auld wrangs
dictate oor nation's future
In the arithmetic o history
Scotland is the quotient
o mair nor ane
ower lang diveision
