Here's to auld Scotland's hills and dells
All round her sea beat shore
A hundred thousand last farewells
And adieu's for evermore
But to the stars o' that sweet land
Whose eyes are like the sun
I might bid farewell for ever and
And never more be done

2

Its Ailsies and its Jeanies there
Its Nichols Thoms's Burns
There none sa sweet and none sa fair
In other lands sojourns
The rose in ither bonnie face
The lilies o' the breast
Sic like in ony ither place
War niver seen or guest.

3

The inward blushes o' the rose
In living beauty dims
And not so white the lily grows
As are their lovely limbs
Here's to ould Scotlands hills and dells
All round her sea washed shore
A hundred thousand last farewells
And adieus for ever more.