Classic Poem

The heather, the heather
The bonnie brown heather —
The heather, the heather
Of Scotland O!

'Tis thy badge an' thy token, thou gem o' the North —
'Tis wide-spread as the fame of thy honor and worth:
It is welcomed wherever its red blossoms blow
As the bonnie brown heather of Scotland O!
Chorus — The heather, the heather, &c.

The dark hair of our maidens it decks on our hills,
And the place of a plume in the bonnet it fills:
On the mountain it blooms and in valleys below;
O! the bonnie brown heather of Scotland O!
Chorus — The heather, the heather, &c.

'Tis the best pledge of friendship, of true love and truth;
'Tis the plant of our hames — of the land of our youth.
By our door-steps and hamesteads it sweetly doth grow;
O! the bonnie brown heather of Scotland O!
Chorus — The heather, the heather, &c.

For freedom, langsyne, when our forefathers fought —
When with blood frae their bold hearts our birthright they bought —
They fell free and unconquered, fronting the foe
On the bonnie brown heather of Scotland O!
Chorus — The heather, the heather, &c.

The fields of renown where our warriors have bled —
The cairns on our hills where our chieftains are laid —
Ilka scene that is dear to our hearts bright doth glow
Wi' the bonnie brown heather of Scotland O!
Chorus — The heather, the heather, &c.

Let us stand, and, uncovered, our hands let us join,
Vowing high-hearted manhood we never will tyne;
But will strive to bring honor wherever we go
To the bonnie brown heather of Scotland O!
Chorus — The heather, the heather,
The bonnie brown heather —
The heather, the heather
Of Scotland O!