Classic Poem

God save old Scotland! Such a cry
Comes raving north from Edinburgh.
It shakes the earth, and rends the sky,
It thrills and fills true hearts with sorrow.
" There's no such place, by God's good grace,
As smoky hell's dusk-flaming cavern? "
Ye fools, beware, or ye may share
The hottest brew of Satan's tavern.

Ye surely know that Scotland's fate
Controls the whole wide world's well-being;
And well ye know her godly state
Depends on faith in sin's hell-feeing.
And would ye then, false-hearted men,
From Scotland rape her dear damnation?
Take from her hell, then take as well
From space the law of gravitation.

A battle-cry for every session
In these wild-whirling, heaving last days:
" Discard for ever the Confession;
Abolish, if you choose, the Fast-days;
Let Bible knowledge in school and college
No more be taught — we'll say, " All's well."
'Twill scarcely grieve us, if you but leave us
For Scotland's use, in Heaven's name, Hell. "