Classic Poem

By the Thistle we'll stand while there's blood in our veins:
We carena who loses — we carena who gains;
For our side is ta'en; an', while reason remains,
We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.
Chorus — Put your foot to mine,
Heart and hand let us join
To stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.

May it flourish! its hame is our dear native land;
While there's life in ilk heart — while there's strength in ilk hand,
Be 't by night or by day — be 't by sea or by land,
We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.

While we hallow the graves o' the free an' the brave —
While the land hath a stream, while the sea hath a wave —
While the bold are the free, while the coward's a slave —
We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.

For the love of the maiden, the praise of the free —
For the blessings that father an' mother will gi'e —
For the hames that are dear baith to thee and to me,
We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.

By freedom! our aith — be't in peace or in war —
We'll mak' honor an' Scotland our bright guiding star;
An' till valleys lie low, where our wild mountains are,
We'll stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.
Chorus — Put your foot to mine,
Heart and hand let us join
To stand by the auld Scottish Thistle.