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." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH FAREWELL TO LOVE by JOHN DONNE THE SKELETON OF THE FUTURE; AT LENIN'S TOMB by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE WRINKLES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE KNIGHT OF THE BURNING PESTLE by FRANCIS BEAUMONT ON MEMORIAL DAY by EMMA BERGSTROM |